#hslot request

[stylessupremacy]

Los Angeles XIII

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Y/n was in the secluded pit watching as Harry performed on stage in the Kia Forum. She watched as Harry pronounced around the stage with the energy of a toddler.

But as he got down on one knee facing toward the secluded pit, his brown leather pants gave and ripped at the seams.

His face contorted to one of horror at the realization he ripped his pants. He used to perform commando but as more and more accidents with his wardrobe have happened he's been taking precautions and wearing underwear.

At that moment, he couldn’t have been happier so he didn’t flash the fans with anything he shouldn’t have.

The show continued on with Harry using the pride flag as a cover-up for a bit before he was able to change into a new non-ripped pair of pants.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to put you in leather pants ever again,” Harry Lambert joked as he walked with Harry back to his dressing room.

Harry laughed, “Don’t know if I want to anymore either. They just didn’t rip a little, they ripped a lot.”

“Just try to be more careful next time,” the stylist sighed.

Harry put his hands up in defense, “It’s not m’fault they weren’t stitched well.”

“Just hurry up and get changed so you and Y/n can get out of here,” Harry Lambert spoke as he walked away.

Harry walked into his dressing room finding Y/n slinging her tote bag over her shoulder. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss on her cheek.

She turned in his hold and moved her hand so she could cup his cheek and give him a peck on his lips, “Great show, H.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands sliding down and gripping her hips, “I gave everyone a show when m’pants ripped.”

Y/n chuckled, “You did.”

“Aren’t you glad I talked you into wearing underwear? Just in case something like this happened.”

“M’so glad you did,” he smirked. “How could I ever repay you?”

“I have an idea or two of how you could repay me. I would prefer it if we did it at home and in bed, unlike the last time we did it when you said we wouldn’t get caught.”

“I thought you were over that,” he pouted. “Besides, Jeff only came in because he could hear you moaning for m’cock thinking you needed help.”

Y/n gently slapped him on the chest, “Shut up! He came in because you were almost late going on stage!”

He gently grabbed her wrist, “Hit me again darling and see how that ends up for y’tonight.”

Y/n gave him a 'fuck you' look, “Just hurry up and get changed before you get mobbed by fans.”

He slapped her ass when she turned around, “I think y’want me to hurry up because you’re aching for m’cock to fill your throbbing pussy.”

[sirenlulls]

ARABELLA → e. hewson

pairing — elijah hewson x famous!fem!reader

summary —every popular man needs an even more popular girlfriend and rn that's you babe xx

written for this request

wraps her lips round the mexican coke, makes you wish that you were the bottle

you're such a fan fav.

like whenever you're at inhaler gigs they're almost more excited to take pictures with you than with the band

if you work in the limelight as well (singer, model, actress, etc) his fanbase is your fanbase.

pictures of you and elijah (and just you) are very common profile pics for inhaler twt and tiktok

he's very aware that he's the arm candy in the relationship

he can't complain tho, he gets it

obsessed bf, pretty gf dynamic

goes without saying that you've got more than a few songs written about you

if you're irish (self projecting) you would be freaking out with him and the lads over them playing in slane (and for opening hslot ofc)

in famous!reader headcanons i always see "his insta is a fanpage for you" and i raise you one, your insta is a fanpage for HIM!!

litch whenever an album drops, it's on the story and in a post. they announced tour dates? posted. they're opening for someone? posted. they fall asleep on your couch after a show? posted. you see a cute fan edit? saved, commented, and posted.

you're visibly down bad for him

BUT DONT WORRY hes visibly down bad for you too

if you're a singer, people are getting videos of him with the biggest heart eyes chilling in the vip section

if you're an actress, pictures of him staring at you on the red carpet or during interviews haunt the rockstar gf pinterest girlies

if you're a model you better believe that there has never been a show of yours when everyone can see him smiling in the front row

your little fanboy <3

forehead kisses for the win!!!

AND AND AND!!!!!! a hand on the small of your back at all times

definitely does the thumb thing when you're holding hands

he follows the sidewalk rule like it's a law

tells u abt the time he got abducted by aliens to help u sleep xx

he doesn't really fuck with spooning but will always rest easier if your head is on his chest and his arm is around you

i feel like if you're a very excitable person (self projecting again) he's such a listener

like you could be rambling about the most random thing in the world, and he'll just sit there nodding with a cute little smile on his face

he'd be great to gossip with, i think, but that might just be the irish in him

it's pretty much mandatory that you get on well with the rest of the bad bcs if you're not busy yourself, eli is dragging you on tour with them

if you were in the industry longer than them i feel like you'd all have some really good chats

like giving them advice on how to deal with anxiety and helping them through any doubts or fears they have

they all appreciate having you around even if ye take the piss out of each other 24/7

it's loving banter <3

you'd get mentioned in interviews a few times

never by name tho

because eli's so private and doesn't want to end up with the bands success being attributed to you he'd never be like "oh, y/n said this, y/n said that"

instead he'd be like "oh, yeah my girlfriend's been here before so she's been telling us where to go and all"

if the others ever brought you up it'd be to take the piss out of eli

"yeah his girlfriend had to drag him out the bus this morning" "he wouldn't shut up till we brought his girlfriend over" stuff like that

you and eli would have some proper deep chats i feel

he trusts you so much

each others ride or dies fr

fans hope you get married

he does too

overall, any comment section under a pic of the two of you is filled with people crediting ye for their bisexuality xx

[missmielyhoran]

Daddy (2)

in which Y/N's daughter accidentally calls Harry daddy and the whole world goes crazy...

Face claim- Dakota Johnson

Masterlist \\ Part 1

*****

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Zendaya Pov- Your best friend just got her HSLOT ticket

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Harryfan1 Omg congrats bestie

Y/Nfan2 I love Z and Y/N's friendship

Y/Nfan1 fact that Z is mimi's godmother makes me cry everytime

Harryfan4 Not her. Istg if she's at my show I will throw hands

Yourinstagram I'm 😭going😭to😭HSLOT😭in 2 weeks😭

Harryfan4 No it's my show😑

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StylesNews Harry seen leaving a cafe today with flowers.

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Harryfan1 The bouquet is so pretty omg

Harryfan2 Harry deserves all flowers in world😌

Harryfan3 he's out from hiding guys!

Harryfan4 He looks so good🥺

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Y/Nupdates Y/N seen out earlier today buying some flowers

Y/Nfan1 The way she doesn't have a bad angle😩I want to be her

Y/Nfan2 Okay but who were the flowers for?👀

Harryfan1 wait wasn't Harry seen with flowers leaving a cafe today?

Y/Nfan2 OMFG?!

Harryfan4 if she starts dating Harry I'm leaving the fandom

Harryfan1 oh please do us a favour

Harryfan2 I don't hate her, but I also don't want Harry to date her

Two weeks later-

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StylesNews Famous Model Y/N Y/L/N spotted at Harry's show today.

📸 - @/Y/Nfan1

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Harryfan1 She looks so good😩

Y/Nfan2 Milf

Harrfan2 I was near to her, and she's actually so sweet. Even got to say high to Mimi😭

Harryfan1 You're so lucky

Harryfan4 I flipped her off when she passed by me cause that's what she deserved

Harryfan2 she had a baby with her what is wrong with you!

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Yourinstagram C'mon Harry we want to say goodnight to you!

Thank you for having us @/harrystyles

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Y/Nfan2 You child gives me baby fever Y/N stop posting her😭I'm too young

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Y/Nfan1 Look at Mimi🥺🤏

harrystyles Always❤️

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*****

*****

On twitter-

Harryfan4 Why can't I see Y/N's instagram account? Did that bitch block me?!!

Harryfan1 Deserved, lmao

Harryfan3 Fan behavior much

Harryfan4 Maybe being at the show wasn't enough attention for her

Harryfan2 Alexa play Karma by Taylor Swift💃

*****

Karma by Tay mama is my song, my inspiration, my moto✨️

Send me requests or just talk to me here♡

Please Like, Comment and Reblog.

[thegooseandrabbit]

Only a couple of the Dallas pins left

the listing is for any random hslot pin but you can request in the notes if there's a specific one you want!

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

Fine Line (the song) as Harry’s emotional barometer: a thesis

Fine Line, my beloved. It belongs to my favourite type of songs by male vocalists: straining tenor songs about longing.

Fine Line is the closing track on the album which shares its name. Track 13 on the album Harry held for months so he could release it on Dec. 13, 2019. Blondie’s 30th birthday; the preshow playlist that night featured 2 tracks from Lover. It is haunting on the album, and live it’s even better.

Harry begins while quietly strumming his moon and stars/galaxy guitar with the fox on it. He often starts low, shifting into the upper register for lines like “You sunshine, you temptress. My hand’s at risk, I fold…”. It builds to a musical crescendo where he cries out one final “we’ll be alriiiiiiight” while horns and guitar and keys and percussion swell. It a weeper for me, and a no skip always.

Now that the tour is over, I can find all the stats, and there are some interesting trends;

During the first shows of HSLOT, in the fall of 2021, it was the final song on the set list prior to encore.

Here it is on opening night in Las Vegas, with the loveliest speech to introduce it

Here’s Tacoma where before singing it, he begs people to tell those they love that they love them:

Sometimes, he seems to be up in his feels and chooses not to sing the final line. He thanks the city instead, as he does here on the final night of the 2021 US leg:

He releases Harry’s House on May 20, 2022. He starts touring in European stadiums in June in Glasgow, and Love of My Life has replaced Fine Line as the set list closer.

At the first concert, he plays it midset between Boyfriends and Satellite, and it seems to be too emotional to do at that point in the show. It disappears after that.

He plays a particularly emotional version, following LOML and as actual main setlist finale, at the final European show in Lisbon in July 2022.

It vanishes from the setlist after that. It becomes the most requested song, even more then Medicine since Medicine is played from time to time.

He plays it for a 3rd time in 2022, in São Paulo. Coming out to do the ONLY second encore he’s done on tour, on Dec. 13, 2022 he plays it. (In true Harry fashion, he’s wearing a flag as a skirt because he’s ripped the crotch of his Gucci jumpsuit while 🕺).

He finishes, and in Portuguese thanks the city, the fans, and “Fine Line”.

Think I am kidding? Here are the times he played it in 2022, as per the stats:

He does not touch it during the bonus North American dates, nor in Australia/New Zealand or Asia.

Imagine my shock watching a livestream from Horsens, Denmark on May 13, 2023 when FINE LINE replaces LOML as the main set finale; it remains in that spot for the entire European leg of 2023.

And there are some doozies. On May 28th, on night 2 in Edinburgh, he sings the most emotional rendition I had ever seen. I wept through the livestream.

For interest’s sake, the night before while at MetLife Taylor released YLM and sang Maroon for the first time.

Another doozy of a performance was n3 of Wembley on June 16th

And he continues to perform the song with high levels of emotionality, all the way to the end of the tour on July 22nd.

That night, he performs the only other 2nd encore of the 169+ shows, a 10 minute instrumental piano ballad, and original composition which he introduces after by saying in Italian: “I wrote this for you, just for tonight”.

Thoughts?

[larry-hiatus]

Writing “Goals” for 2024

I made a list of writing goals in 2022 and 2023, so I decided to make one for this year too! (I’m putting “goals” in quotations because these are some things I would like to do, but I’m not necessarily aiming to definitely do them, if that makes sense. We’ll just see what happens!)

1. Tackle some ideas from my list - I keep adding to a list of potential fic ideas, and it’s getting long! They often get added to the list and then forgotten about, so I would love to write some of these instead of always starting fics from brand new ideas.

2. Write a long(ish) fic - This one is ehhhh, nerve wracking. I feel like I’m rubbish at longer fics (long by comparison to my normal stuff, which doesn’t usually go above 15K). I don’t have the attention span or motivation, I’m not good at plots or world building, and if it’s not PWP, I feel lost. That being said, I have ideas for longer fics, and I think it would be nice to try them out. We’ll see!

3. Write a non smut fic - As I mentioned above, non PWPs are not my strong suit. However, I usually try to make it a goal to write at least one non smut fic each year. It’s difficult for me. I was able to do it a few times this year, my favorite being my Halloween fic. I don’t always like how my non smut come out, but sometimes I have ideas that I want to write that don’t include smut. I think it can be a good challenge.

4. Finish and repost a specific old fic - Way back during One Direction’s prime, I wrote chaptered fics on Tumblr. They were well liked, and I enjoyed it! There is one fic that I really loved and never finished. I posted it on AO3 a couple of years ago, but I have since privated it. I would love to finally finish it, maybe even go back and update some of the old chapters to better reflect my writing style and abilities now, and then share it again with everyone.

5. Write for Wank Fest - In 2022, I wrote an infamous fic for Wank Fest, and I had a lot of fun. In 2023, I wanted to write for it again. I even had several ideas, but I didn’t have enough time or motivation to finish them! It would be great if I could come back to the fest this year.

6. Write a spur of the moment canon fic - 2023 was the first year that I did this, whipping out a fic in a couple of days based on an event that just happened IRL. I did it when Louis got new hand tattoos, when Harry accidentally posted his 1D shirt selfie, and with a series based on Harry’s naughty HSLOT shows. Obviously I can’t predict what will happen IRL or what will inspire me this year, but ya never know!

7. Write some fics for CSW based on past concert moments - Speaking of my HSLOT series, I had said that I might go back and write more fics for it based on older show moments, either Harry’s solo shows or even some 1D shows. I don’t have any immediate or definitive plans for that, but it’s in the back of my head!

8. Write a dark fic - This was something else that I did for the first time last year. I didn’t even understand why people would want to write or read a dark fic, but once I got into it, I loved it. I’m so proud of the fic I wrote, and I think it would be awesome if I could explore that kind of thing again.

9. Write a sequel - Yet another goal that I completed in 2023, and I’m adding it to my goal list again! I definitely have ideas, and I’ve gotten requests, so it’s definitely a possibility!

10. Use a beta more often - I never used to post fics without getting them betaed first. However, this past year, I haven’t done it as much. Part of this is because I was doing so many sudden fics that I wanted to post ASAP, but another reason is because I have a hard time taking criticism and finding a balance for what kind of betaing I want/need. I think it would be beneficial for me to try and push past that a bit!

That’s all I’ve got for now! I’ve reused some old goals, but hey, they’re good ones for me lol. We shall see what happens as the year goes on!

Going to tag some lovely writers—I would love to hear some of your goals, plans, hopes, or ideas for the year if you haven’t already posted a list! @lunarheslwt @alwaysxlarrie @larrysballetslippers @enchantedlandcoffee @hellolovers13 @zanniscaramouche @harruandlou @loveislarryislove @red-pandaaa @nooradeservedbetter @greeneyesfriedrice @hl-obsessed @beelou @28goldens @huggieshalo @justanothershadeofblue @littleohs @louieshalo @allwaswell16 @parmahamlarrie y

Feel free to say I tagged you if you want to share your writing goals too!

[hyperfixated-on-cod]

Introduction🤪

Hi hello! I wanted to make this post bc I’ve been wanting to start a new blog for a minute now soooo I figured why not start with an intro post.

(I’ll update this again with tags and such once I really get going with this blog)

This is an 18+ blog. MDNI.

Online I go by Panda, I’m 23. I’m nonbinary and my pronouns are he/they.

I’ve been on and off Tumblr since about 2011, but this is my first time making a blog dedicated to something and actually posting on it. The last time I made a fan page was on Facebook around 2012.

My fanfiction phase restarted early last year, so naturally I’m back on Tumblr again🥴 bear with me, I’m a little rusty.

Severe ADHD makes it to where I have loads of hyperfixations going at once, and I need somewhere to dump my thoughts other than my friends’ DMs😅

That being said, this blog will strictly be for posting about Call of Duty: Modern Warfare ONLY. There might be a couple reblogs from my other fandoms here and there, but I’m gonna try to keep that to a minimum.

Below the break is my main fandoms, and other bits of info I’ll edit in later. Make sure to read my boundaries!

Main Fandoms:

One Direction

I’ve been a fan since 2011, and currently very emotional bc today (the day I write this post) is the last HSLOT show😭

Hamilton

I’m a history major, and this show is a big reason why.

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

What can I say? I love masked men.

Newsies (the Broadway version)

Watched it for the first time last year, but if I’d seen it like a decade ago, it would have radicalized me.

Red Dead Redemption 2

Literally my favorite game ever, Arthur Morgan has my entire heart😭

WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT TO SEE HERE:

Headcanons; almost entirely my own, sometimes elaborations of others I’ve seen on here (that will be credited properly if it’s not a direct reblog), or requests from my inbox.

Story prompts bc I’m not confident enough in my own writing to make any of it public lol if you use any of my prompts, pls credit me and send me a link!!

Lots and lots of reblogs

Any NSFW posts will be marked accordingly

Simping on main, hence the title of the blog; I’ll post photos, gifs, etc etc of the characters and make comments like “I want him to crush me with his thighs.” All in good fun.

TAGS INFO [tags listed below are always the first tag on the post if multiple are listed, followed immediately by the character(s) involved] [these tags are also on this post in this order so they can be easily accessed from this post]:

Any random thoughts or posts that aren’t immediately COD related will be posted under #Panda’s thoughts

Headcanons will be posted under #cod headcanons

General simping (like gif sets, photos, etc) will be posted under #im a simp

BOUNDARIES:

Be a decent human being. No racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, misogyny, etc.

Again, this is an 18+ blog. Do not interact if you’re a minor. I’ll block you.

My DMs are always open for any reason, especially if we’re moots🩷 if you wanna vent, I’m a great listener; we can also just talk about regular things or you can put requests there if you want, or if you want me to read your writing that’s cool too💜

My asks are always open for any type of request (I know I said I won’t really post my own writing here, but I will if I get a request).

[justmystyles]

hiiiii I just read all 6 parts of your story now you’re in my life and NSJWKWHDNSO … literally so good. I’m a SUCKER for hslot fics & this is so so so freaking CUTEEEEE. also plus size reader = amazing. we got all the fluff & it’s fluffin - i can’t wait for some good angst & the smut, the last chapter’s tease of smut coming I cannot.

ANYWAYS. you’re amazing. I love it. Please keep writing. Do you have an update schedule so I can be ready? LOL 🥲 lmk I’ll be stalking your page in the meantime xxx

OMG thank you so so much for your kind words! 🥹🥰

I'm so glad you appreciate that it's a plus size reader. It's something that hasn't really come up a ton, because I don't think it should be a person's defining characteristic, but it is something that will inevitably come up as their relationship grows.

There's def some smut on the horizon (like, kind of a lot in the immediate future 😂😬).

I don't have a set release schedule, I've been pretty good about getting a chapter out every day or two, and the next week is going to be kind of slow for me, so hopefully I'll have time to keep that pace up.

I'm actually taking a break from the story today to work on a request that I received yesterday (VERY angsty, VERY smutty). I'm trying to get that one finished today so I can get back to NYIML tomorrow!

[driversatellite]

in honor of hslot ending :( i decided i’ll finally write the epilogue for the this love series, if anyone has any requests for blurbs or anything for the series, i’d be happy to see if i can write a few of those too!!!

[moonlightsolo]

could you write something about harry flirting with y/n whose a fan during one of his shows. like maybe she had a sign that caught his attention (like a pick up line or a joke) and then for the rest of the concert he kept staring at her and making little jokes/comments to her.

mint to be

wc: 2.6k

warnings: mild language and really cheesy jokes.

pairing: harry styles x female reader

read part 2 here

today is the day.

finally, you’re going to see him.

it won’t be like the pictures viewed from the bright screen of your phone, it’s going to be in person.

you never wake up this early for anything- unless their name begins with harry and ends in styles. it’s exactly 4 am on the dot when you roll up to the venue and the bags under your eyes can prove it.

lining up was a confusing but once the workers started to hand out the wristbands it began to make more sense. according to the first people lined up everyone got a number, and thankfully you got a pretty good one.

once you got back to the hotel, you made sure to take a nap beforehand since it’s going to be a long night. the alarm you set wakes wake you up just in time to be able to get readying eat something without rushing. you shuffle your playlist named ‘my faves’ as you start doing your makeup.

canyon moon begins to play.

your nerves bubble with excitement, and a wide smile breaks out on your face. you truly can’t believe in a mere four hours you’ll be seeing the harry styles sing live tonight.

the outfit you elaborately picked out consists of a matching lilac trouser and blazer set with a matching lace bodysuit peeking out from underneath. you also couldn’t forget the iconic feather boa trend. the black feathery fabric hangs from the back of your neck and softly covers your décolletage. you tug your white hightop converse on your feet (such a y/n thing to do) knowing you wouldn’t survive the night in heels. especially in the pit.

the way you did your makeup makes you skin dewy and glow- the rhinestones that are glued onto your lower lash line shimmer. everything is going according to plan, and you look pretty hot- you can’t lie to yourself.

thankfully, you packed your bag yesterday. hand sanitizer, a few disposable masks, some feminine products, money, gum. anything that would be helpful for you or others around you.

and finally, your sign. not too big that it’ll cover other peoples view from behind you and not too small harry wouldn’t be able to read it.

it was something so cheesy. hopefully he will get a kick out of it and other people will too. you smile as you tuck it under your arm and walk outside to your car.

once the parking is paid for, you line up with the wristband sitting heavily on your wrist.

“this will stay on me until i die.” you think to yourself with a soft laugh.

some other fans in line make small talk with you, which you’re grateful for since you’re by yourself in a city you’re unfamiliar with.

finally, the general admission line begins to move. slowly but surely. the employees in the front are checking for your vaccination status or negative covid test. you get your information ready so you’re not fumbling around for it.

they briefly look over it before scanning the ticket your phone and looking at your wristband. quickly, they send you on your way to follow the rest of the long line down to the pit.

the arena is huge. you stare up at the ceiling, the eight ginormous screens hanging from the ceiling face the crowd in all directions. paranoid thoughts wander into your mind, “oh god, what if they fall?” but you knew they had to be secure.

the line stops as another venue employee directs people into their spots. they point to the barricade for everyone to line up.

no way. you’re getting barricade. your hand grips the metal so tight that your knuckles turn white. obviously, you were going to get it because you have lane one tickets and you woke up so fucking early, but reality is setting in and you’re so nervous.

the venue begins filling up pretty quickly, you watch people scramble into their seats from lower bowl all the way to the nosebleeds. jenny lewis plays a few songs before she tangos with a person dressed as a dog off the stage.

the music starts to play. it’s like a giant room full of old and new friends. everyone sings along to david bowie, olivia by one direction, bohemian rhapsody, and countless of other classic songs on the playlist harry must’ve curated.

the energy is so positive, everyone is so happy to be here. you couldn’t be more excited.

the iconic, but nerve wracking guitar strings begin to strum loudly over your head; sweet thang by shuggie otis.

the whole room roars with screams as the lights dim. spotlights fly around, almost blinding you as it hits a certain angle toward your face.

no way. no way. no fucking way. the band is walking on stage.

your eyes widen as this moment truly sets in. niji, sarah, ny oh, elin, pauli, and last but not least mitchell rowland.

golden starts briefly. the bunnies flash on the screen. you scream so loud and jump along with the people beside you.

“to do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it.”

the girl next to you is completely sobbing, her tears soaking her mask, practically drowning herself with the wet fabric.

the chime starts again and the bunnies flash.

“to do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.”

your eyes dart around as you struggle to hear what the man is saying next.

suddenly you see something rising from the center of the stage. the screams become louder than ever.

“oh my god!” you exclaim so loud as his fluffy brown head of hair is highlighted by a spotlight.

the girl next to you grips your arm out of pure excitement and you grab her hand for moral support. “oh my god! it’s really him!” you screech as he starts to sing along to golden. “i know! oh my god! it’s him!” she repeats over a few times.

you jump in unison with the people around you, screaming and throwing your hands in the air. he smiles as his eyes dart around, his lips pressing into his microphone. you can see his dimples from where you’re at.

he sings through golden as he walks around the stage, waving to fans and completely making everyone lose their sanity.

the song ends and he transitions into carolina.

this can’t be real.

as you dance like no one is watching, you raise and wave your hands as he comes around to your side of the stage.

shit, the sign!

you quickly pick it up to raise it in the air, his eyes immediately catch it. his eyebrows knit together in the middle, and he chuckles during his line and shakes his head. harry LAUGHED at your sign.

he finishes his verse, the music still playing behind him. “i’ll be back.” he says to you, loud enough so you could barely hear his voice over the music.

shock runs through your veins and you nod your head vigorously at him. he continues to dance and perform around the diamond shaped stage.

you let the sign hang over the front of the barricade so it wouldn’t get stomped on, one hand holds it in place as the other pumps your fist into the air while you dance.

he skips around the stage, blowing kisses to people and then carolina ends.

“thank you so much! our job for the next ninety-something minutes is to entertain you. i promise i will do my very best, but you also have one job and that is to have as much fun as you possibly can have.“ he continues his speech, but it’s so hard to hear over the screams.

he makes his way with his mic to your side of the stage again, “but before we continue, i would love to acknowledge this sign.” he stops in front of you, and your whole body heats up. “may i read it?”

“yes!” you shout at him and nod again to make sure he knows it’s okay.

he chuckles again as he raises the mic to his mouth, his laugh reverberates throughout the whole venue. he shakes his head as he rests his hand on his hip, “if you were a vegetable, you’d be a ‘cute-cumber’.” the crowd screams and laughs along with him.

you can’t help but laugh too, realizing how bad it really is. “wow that’s bad. that’s a real bugger.” he laughs again, making everyone scream.

“but i like it. thank you. what’s your name?” he bows his head toward you, his infamous smirk curving its way onto his lips. “y/n!” you scream out.

it seems as if he’s about to walk away, but he slyly turns around to face you again, “then y/n, you must be a banana, because i find you very a-peeling.” he winks in your direction, making all the air seize in your lungs. he walks away from your side of the stage with a cocky grin on his face.

the person behind you grips your shoulders as you stare up at harry. “oh my god.” you wheeze out in astonishment. the people around you are shouting in your face. you’re hoping someone got it on camera.

adore you then picks up right after that, he does his little shimmy right in front of you. is he favoring this side of the stage?

his eyes catch yours again, a small subtle smile forms on his lips as he sings. a rush of confidence burns through you as you blow him a kiss.

his eyes widen with theatrical surprise as he grabs the kiss from the air and shoves it in his back pocket. this man is going to be the death of you.

you watch as he glides from one side of the catwalk all the way down to the other side. you can’t help but feel crazy as he continuously glances at you while he’s running around.

then you see anthony pham, he’s clicking away as he’s taking pictures of harry in action. the photographer stops in front of you as harry comes around to your side once more, singing directly to you, or maybe he’s singing to anthony. it feels like the few seconds of him singing is passing by in slow motion.

everyone around you has their phone up, videoing and taking pictures of the scene unfolding in front of you. there is no way you’d hold up your phone and let it ruin this moment. you’ll be able to rewatch it somewhere tonight.

everything is so real about him. the green in eyes, the way his cheeks are flushed pink, the little brown curl hanging in his eyes as he bends slightly at the waist toward the pit.

then suddenly, he’s gone once again as he happily skips around the stage to entertain the rest of his fans.

you let out a breath you weren’t aware of holding. the people around you are screaming in disbelief,

“i can’t believe he just did that!”

“you are so lucky!”

“holy f&$!ing sh*t!”

harry must’ve known he stirred everyone up with his little charming display for you. throughout the concert, he innocently glances over at you but hasn’t interacted with you in a while. you can’t help but feel a bit bummed. even though you know you shouldn’t since you just had the best experience of your life.

the concert passes by so quickly, almost like every song is two seconds long. you beam at the angelic man singing on the stage.

the way he bounces around like he drank five energy drinks before performing makes you smile.

he speeds through the songs on his album, as well as the banana song and takes a break to go under the stage.

you make sure to record and snap pictures whenever he’s close to your side again. you hope you caught a picture of him staring at you again. just so you can reminisce later on, and also for bragging rights (and probably for your lock screen too).

during watermelon sugar, he jogs up to your side of the stage again. it makes your heart skip a beat as he stops at the mic stand directly in front of you.

he looks out into the crowd, waving as he sings and smiling. he’s so happy. his eyes follow the crowd in the pit down to you in the front, his hand reaches out to wiggle his fingers to wave.

you can’t help but grin so wide. he can’t see your smile from behind your mask but he can read your eyes.

your hand reaches out toward his, knowing it won’t reach but it’s the thought that counts.

the shutters of a camera catch your attention as you whip your head toward the sound. anthony pham back at it once again. this time with a mischievous smile on his face. you wonder if this moment will be posted on his social media later.

the rest of the concert flashes by and soon it’s time to say goodbye. before the last few songs, harry says his long speech about how grateful he is and how he loves to perform for his fans.

you can’t help but let your eyes fill up with tears from how proud you are of him. you practically grew up with him, following him since his early one direction days.

the insanity of kiwi begins. the flashing white and red lights and the amount of people jumping in the stadium makes the floor shake.

an insane idea pops into your head as you push your way out of the crowd to the back of the pit. you grip your sign as you weave and bob through the scattered people.

you watch as he does a smooth spin and then runs down the catwalk waving goodbye to everyone and blowing kisses. he trots down the stairs toward his bodyguards below, swiftly grabbing his black mask to put on his face and then running with them to the exit.

you grip the metal barrier that separates you from walking backstage with him.

he catches your eyes one last time as he runs past, then screeches to a halt in the hallway leading to the VIP area, almost getting toppled over by the large men around him. he reaches into his back pocket to grab your invisible kiss and press it to his cheek with a cheeky grin.

“you’re going to give me a heart attack, harry!” you scream so loud that your voice cracks.

he just chuckles and shakes his head, “i’m sorry!” he shouts back with a shrug as he jogs backward before spinning back around and disappearing down the corridor.

the band quickly exits a few minutes after him and some fans are already leaving to make sure they beat traffic.

your sign hangs limply in your hand, pure exhaustion is finally hitting you as you slump to the feather ridden sticky floor. all this preparation and it felt like it was over in a few minutes.

“psst.” something sounds from above your head. you let your head fall back to look up.

the photographer again? “hey. do you mind standing up for me really quick?”

you slowly rise to your feet, gripping the rail tightly so your wobbly legs wouldn’t give out.

anthony hands you a sharpie, “write your number on your sign and give it to me.”

your eyes widen like a deer in headlights. you go completely still. “what? why?” you question, but you've already turned your sign over and began to scribble it down.

“just for business purposes.” but there’s a hidden sound in his voice. almost sarcasm or a stretch of the truth.

you hand over the sign with a confused look, but before you could say anything else he thanks you and jogs backstage with everyone else. what just happened?

before you could ponder on that thought some more, you force your body to gain enough energy to shuffle out to your car, the feeling of cool night air on your face makes you feel a little bit more awake. you shuffle your sad music playlist as you drive back to the hotel, knowing you’re going to crash as soon as you make it through the door.

the soft bed envelopes your worn out body and you blindly reach for your makeup wipes on the nightstand. suddenly, a ding sounds from your phone and you wildly scramble for the device plugged into the wall.

it’s an unsaved number. is it anthony, maybe? your thumb swipes up on your screen to unlock it, typing in your passcode faster than you ever had before. your heart drops into your stomach, your gut wrenches and twists from the familiar writing. 

unknown sender: Hi, guess who.

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A/N: hi!! hope you liked this bc i honestly really enjoyed writing it. sorry for the little cliff hanger, just let your mind wander a bit heheh.

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⭐️MSG NIGHT VI⭐️

prompt: hus outfit inspires yn to want to do something a little different

warnings: smut, minors dni 18+

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YN was horny.

Can you blame her?

Her husband looked downright obscene in his denim vest and trousers, the hard work in the gym reflected on his abdominals and his biceps.

YN wanted to roleplay tonight.

They didn’t do it much, they usually weren’t patient enough for it but tonight, in that outfit, she really wanted to play.

She wanted to initiate it and so she scribbled a note on a scrap piece of paper and about half way through the set, YN asks one of the security to deliver it to the stage. *** ***

It takes a few minutes but Harry finally reaches down for the paper, taking it with him to where his water bottle is, taking a sip as he unravels it.

hiiii!

not sure if you’re single but if you’re looking for fun after the show, meet me at the bar at the hotel you’re staying at. im only in town for tonight :)

x

Harry’s brow furrows for a second, rereading it but then it clicks - his eyes dart over to his wife as she gives him a coy smirk.

He was totally into it.

-

YN made it a point to leave the venue before Harry, she was trying to get in the mindspace of being a random fan and not his wife.

She had butterflies in her stomach as she sat in a secluded booth in the hotel bar, she had ordered a Long Island to calm her nerves and was long the place was pretty empty.

YN knows she shouldn’t be nervous, it’s her husband when it boils down to it but it was mixed with excitement to see how this would pan out.

Was he going to play along?

Or was he going to come find her and just guide them back up to the hotel room because he’s tired from the show.

It’s about forty-five minutes later when he arrives, he’d showered and changed - which normally he changes into something comfortable like shorts and a hoodie, but he was dressed nicely in a black shirt and flared white trousers. **

As if for a date.

He was playing along.

Harry has the most charming, wide smile across his face when he arrives at the table, it was cocky and confident.

“Hello there, love. M’Harry,” He introduces himself like he’s not the most famous man on earth right now, he reaches out for her hand and kisses the back of it in greeting, “What’s your name?”

“YN,” YN responds shyly, moving over as he sits down, “I didn’t think you’d really come. I-it’s just you’re so-. I am just surprised you came.”

Harry’s stare is intense, twinkling in the light as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips, “How could I say no to that note? You’re beautiful, pet. I figured you might have something to offer me.”

God, this shouldn’t be this hot.

He was acting like that entitled rockstar that he really wasn’t but it made her legs squeeze together as he orders a whiskey neat.

“Offer you?” YN repeats, her eyes dropping to the table but his fingers trace under her chin to bring her gaze back up.

“Darling, don’t act like you wanted to meet to discuss all of life’s deep meaning. You want to know what it’s like to fuck a rockstar, hm?” He murmurs lowly, he totally had his sex voice turned on, deeper than should be possible, accent drawn out.

“I-I,” YN trips up for a moment, her mind was getting hazy with her own arousal, “I just thought I’d try my luck with meeting you.”

“Am I wrong?” He insists between a sip of his liquor, “Did you want to come here for a conversation or for me to take you up to my room and give you a night you’ll get wet thinking about for the rest of your life?”

“Why did you agree?” She asks, dodging the question, she saw his fist clenching and unclenching on the table, she has to ignore his wedding ring.

“Sweetheart, I don’t need your conversation,” Harry chuckles meanly, “I didn’t come here for a date. I came here so that I can get your pretty lips on my cock.”

“You’re not very much of the gentleman media portrays you as,” YN points out, her heart rate was rising and she felt like she couldn’t sit still.

“I don’t need to be a gentleman when I have the numbers in my bank account and millions of girls lining up to fuck me. Plus, I’m not going to be a gentleman to you, that’s not what you really want.”

“I’m going to use you and you’ll thank me for it after,” He says it with such an arrogant edge, sitting back in his seat, spreading his legs until their knees bump - it makes her jolt, “Then maybe you’ll come back for another show at MSG and remember how good my cock felt in you as I sing for thousands.”

YN could barely keep her thoughts straight, already struggling to stay in character, she blinks rapidly, “I’ve never had a one night stand.”

Harry shrugs, dimples popping in his cheeks, “Darling, I’m getting bored of this back and forth. I’m not going to calm your nerves for you. Are you coming up with me or not?”

“I will, I want to,” YN replies with a deep inhale before pushing her drink glass away and gathering her purse.

“I know you do, desperate little thing,” He hums as he lays down a few bills on the table before getting out of the booth - security guards lingering in the background.

Harry doesn’t move to hold her hand or touch like he would if they weren’t playing but strides towards the elevators without a glance back - like he knows she’d follow like a puppy.

As soon as they step in the elevator, there’s a moment of silence before Harry is on her - his mouth crashing onto her and immediately gaining entrance as he swipes his tongue across hers.

He’s moving her back against the wall, his body weight heavy and pinning as his hand holds her jaw roughly as their mouths move - other hand moving up to squeeze her tits.

When the bell signals their floor, Harry’s taking her hand and pulling her down the hallway towards their suite.

With a swipe of a keycard, they’re in their beautiful suite - YN has to ignore her belongings scattered and act like she’s never been here.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry growls as he walks YN towards the entryway table, he swipes off the decorative bowl and lifts her until she’s sat on it.

He pushes her dress up her thighs like he can’t get her bare soon enough, separating her thighs, and standing in between them, “Get your tits out f’me.”

YN shimmies the straps off her arms before pushing down the cups of her dress and exposing her breasts in the chilled air.

“S’been a minute since I’ve seen tits this nice,” Harry remarks before he’s ducking down to wrap his mouth around one as his hands wander up her dress and grips her panties before yanking them down her thighs, “When’s the last time someone ate your cunt?”

Yesterday, when he did in the morning before they got out of bed - but they were acting.

“Um, maybe a year ago?” YN responds with quickened breath, she felt like she was going to drip onto the table

“Poor thing. I’ll give you a little treat, yeah?” He coos with a condescending edge, his fingers ghosting towards her inner thighs, “Then you owe me.”

“I thought you were this big bad rockstar, you’re all talk,” YN goads brattily because she knows it will get under his skin and it does.

She gasps when his hand comes around her throat, gripping it tightly enough her head lightly thunks against the wall with the force.

“You’re lucky,” He hisses through clench teeth, “You should feel honored I even looked your way. You want to see an asshole rockstar? I’m not giving you anything, get on your fucking knees.”

“That’s not fair,” YN huffs, it was good pressure around her neck, his rings cold against her warm skin and she misses it when he removed it to roughly handle her off the table.

Harry chuckles meanly as YN kneels in front of him, eyeing him with petulance as he undies his trousers and shoves them along with his briefs to pool at the floor before shedding his shirt as well.

YN never gets sick of him, how thick he is, the length of him - how pretty the swollen pink tip is when he’s really turned on, a bit of precome smeared and shiny on his shaft.

When she reaches up to grip him, he shakes his head and bats her away, voice gruff as he orders, “Hands behind your back. M’going to fuck your mouth and if you’re good maybe your cute little cunt.”

Her husband was so fucking hot.

YN blinks up to him with wide doe eyes, putting her hands behind her back and doing as he says obidently.

As she does so, her chest is popped out more and Harry can’t help himself to lean down and pinch at her nipples until she moans.

His hand comes to her hair, twining in until her skull aches from the pull as his other guides himself into her mouth slowly at first.

“Pinch my thigh if you need to stop,” Harry reminds her softly before pulling out until his tip is bumping at her wet lips and it smacks it against them a few times.

He doesn’t give her time to recover before he’s thrusting back inside at a shallow but fast pace that’s making her throat burn with pleasure and pain as she tries to keep up.

“Talkin’ it like a proper slut,” Harry praises as he pushes himself back in, further and a bit slower until her nose is bumping his neatly trimmed pubic hair and she’s struggling not to gag on the sheer size of him, “Glad I picked you out of the crowd.”

After one particular hard thrust that has YN sputtering a bit, she’s doesn’t have to pinch him because he’s already aware she needs a second.

As she tries to catch her breath, he leans over to kiss her harshly, his tongue is licking inside her mouth, as his hand sneaks down to her mound.

“Fuckin’ wet for me,” Harry hums in approval when he disconnects their lips, his fingers that have her slickness come to her lips before he’s pressing his fingers down on her tongue, “Taste good, pet?”

“Give me a little more than I’ll give you m’cock, okay?” He asks when he removes his fingers and grips himself again.

“Please, I want it. M’aching, I want it,” YN mewls when he ducks back down to land a smack to her folds, her thighs twitching from the sharp sting on her already swollen bud, “I want you.”

Something flashes on Harry’s eyes, it’s her husband and not this roleplay, he may be a good actor but he can’t hide his undying love for her.

He bends to kiss her once again but it was softer, not as aggressive - fingers wandering to pet nicely at her clit for a moment in a reminder he loves her.

Then he’s standing straight again and pats her cheek to open up and when she does, he spends a few more minutes taking what he wants.

His moans are melodic, low and raspy, he’s so lean that when he inhales his ribs become prominent against his golden skin before disappearing back behind the muscle.

YN whimpers a bit when Harry pulls back fully and steps away, a string of spit glistening before it breaks - his cocky shiny from her mouth, so hard it looked painful.

He is fucking gorgeous as he pants - his stomach muscles contracting and flexing with each breath, tattoos dancing.

Harry starts to walk away as YN stays where she is, knees starting to ache; confused to what’s going on until he’s looks over his shoulder and coos cockily, “C’mon puppy.”

YN stands up, legs a bit wobbly to follow him, she was feeling hazy with arousal and she was defiently in her subspace by this point.

Harry plops back onto the couch in the living are, legs spread and cock inviting as his hand scratching at his thigh before giving himself a tight stroke.

“Come sit on me,” Harry tells her and when she arrives in front of him, she straddles his waist and lets his length brushes between her wet folds making them both moan, “Should put on a condom s’you don’t try to pull a fast one on me but I want to fuck you bad enough to not care right now. Gonna let me put it in bare, sweetheart?”

YN doesn’t bother responding as she lifts up and sits down on him, the pleasant burn welcoming as he fills her completely, and she’s snug in his lap, plushy bum atop his strong, lean thighs.

“Gonna let you,” She murmurs belatedly as she begins to move, she was so ready to come that instead of riding him - YN was grinding her hips in small circles so he hit her spot and her clit was rubbing against his pubic bone.

His hands move to squeeze the meat of her hip and encouraging the circles thats they’re making on him, her arousal dampening his balls and it’s making him fucking feral.

“Know you are, easy for me. Never had such a pretty pussy this wet,” Harry remarks as he watches his wife rut down on him, chasing her relief from being teased so much, he was dumbstruck by how strikingly beautiful she is.

He leans into to plant kisses across her sternum until lips find her peaked nipples again, teasing his teeth across them before wrapping his lips around them and pulling her down firmly into him until their skin’s smacking.

When Harry unseats her suddenly, YN protest in a kittenish tone instantly, “Please, H. M’so close, was gonna come for you, was being so good.”

That’s when he realized she dropped and that the roleplay was over, when she whines H like that, she needed her husband.

“Hush up, baby. M’going to give it to you, you’ve been such a good girl for me, yeah?” Harry coos but in his sincerest voice as he spreads her back on the couch until she’s laying down and wriggling for his touch.

Harry ducks down, licking a fat stripe from her core up to her clit - finding the swollen bud and suckling harshly as two fingers slip in to pet at her spot.

He doesn’t give her any breaks as she bucks her hips into his mouth and ruts down hard onto his tongue to get the friction she needs - making a mess of him as her desire rises even more.

“Oh, bunny. S’good, baby, s’good,” She moans loudly as her movements still and her thighs try to clench together as she comes but he forces them to stay spread as he nips at her puffy folds.

“Such a sweet lil’ wife for me,” Harry murmurs as he pops his head back up, pressing his slick lips to hers, “I love you so fucking much. You know that? Everything I ever want.”

He doesn’t let her ride it out before he’s moving up, tucking her thighs around his waist, and guiding his cock back inside her warm walls.

Harry starts a rough, persistent rhythm as his thumb stays glued on her clit to encourage another orgasm to crash over her despite her weak protests.

“S’too much,” YN argues as he circles her bud without mercy and she’s stuck between wanting more and being overstimulated.

“It’s not,” Harry chuckles breathlessly as he managing to nudge her spot on every odd thrust, “Give me one more, my love. Please, for me.”

YN nods as she feels her next orgasms building in the pit of her stomach, reaching up to pull Harry to her - it’s near euphoric when he moans into her mouth as he speeds up.

It doesn’t take long for either of them to fall over the edge, panting and exhausted as Harry flops down on top of her.

“So any chance you want a rockstar in your bed tomorrow night too?” Harry asks into her skin as he kisses up her jaw.

“I think I agreed to every night for the rest of my life based on the ring on my finger,” YN giggles happily as she hugs him closer.

[stylessupremacy]

New York VII

-

“Anthony,” Harry waved him over. “Can you do the iconic Madison Square Garden picture for me?”

“Of course, H!” Anthony grabbed his camera, “It is my job to take your picture,” he joked.

Tonight was Harry’s seventh show at The Garden and he had yet to his iconic pose inside the arena.

He had just gotten to the stage for sound check but the live audio engineers were having technical difficulties making Harry wait to do it.

Y/n was a little behind Harry since she and Glenne were talking and catching up while their husbands chatted it up and headed to the stage.

Y/n and Glenne made their way to the stage and joined their husbands, the three of them watching as Anthony shot Harry do the iconic pose.

“Was waiting to see when you would do your pose,” Jeff chuckled watching as Harry lifted his arms from his side and tilted his head up looking at the big screen.

Y/n watched and admired her husband as he got his photo taken. His muscle prominent when his arms were raised.

Harry was a fit man, always has been. Yet he has made significant gains in the last year with his muscle gain and you could tell. Everything was more prominent.

Anthony snapped over a dozen photos, “You want to see these?”

Harry turned around and nodded, “Sure.”

Y/n peeled her eyes away before he would notice and looked at the photos Anthony had taken of Harry.

All the pictures looked the same but with some editing from Anthony, it would make the picture look way better than the original.

“Thanks, man. These look amazing,” Harry spoke to Anthony giving him a bro hug.

“We’re going to go back to the dressing room before I have to start getting ready for the show.”

Anthony, Jeff, and Glenne all nodded and said their goodbyes.

Harry wrapped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders and couldn’t walk the two of them out of there quicker.

As they walked the halls getting back to his dressing room, Y/n was confused why he was in such a rush.

“What’s the rush for, H?” Y/n turned her head to look at him but he was too busy leading the way for the both of them.

He quickly opened his dressing room door and pushed Y/n inside, locking the door behind him.

He was quick to pin her up against the wall.

“I saw you staring at me when I was getting my picture taken. Couldn’t help myself having m’beautiful wife staring at me.”

That’s when Y/n realized Harry had a bulge in the crotch of his shorts.

“Really couldn’t keep it in your pants any longer?” She teased him, snaking her arms around his neck and playing with his unruly curls.

Harry was quick to hike her thighs around his waist using the wall to keep her up, “Every time I look at you it gets me going.”

His mouth roamed her neck leaving a trail of wet kisses behind, nipping at the delicate skin.

“So fucking hot,” he mumbled, his lips moving down to her exposed collar bone leaving behind harsh red marks that would soon turn purple.

Y/n’s hands were still twirling his hair between her fingers and her head was thrown back in pleasure.

“Harry,” she moaned. The knot in her stomach started to grow and between her legs was soaked.

He was quick to move them to the couch, taking off their clothes and chucking them to the floor making sure he put a condom on to be on the safe side.

His hips straddled hers as he leaned over her biting and sucking her nipple as his fingers pinched and rolled the other one making her moan with pleasure.

“You’re such a needy slut,” he mumbled, moving his lips down her stomach and then to her thighs leaving his sloppy kisses.

With his head between her thighs leaving harsh bites to her inner thighs, he teased her by swiping his tongue across her wet folds.

“So wet f’me,” he uttered. His fingers swiped along her folds gathering her juices.

Y/n watched with lustful eyes as he licked his fingers clean of her juices, “So delicious.”

Her back arched aching for his touch, “Harry, please. I need you in me,” she stuttered. The sensation and need becoming too much for her.

His fingers pinched her inner thighs which were bruising by the minute from Harry’s teeth, “M’needy slut.”

“Need daddy t’help get you off?” He left a harsh slap to her ass cheek, “Y’such a needy slut, your panties were soaked before I even started on ya’.”

The harsh degrading always turned each other on, their sex life was definitely something they shared and loved.

“Daddy, please,” she begged. Her pussy aching, needing to be relieved.

Without warning, Harry plunged deep into her. Her back arched and her toes curled, low moans coming from her soft, plump lips.

Harry’s hips thrust into hers and rocked back and forth as he plunged in and out of her. The only sounds coming from them were moans of pleasure and their heavy breaths.

As Y/n got close to coming off, “The only pussy made f’me.” His thrust becoming sloppier, “This is f’me only, right bunny?”

Her head back letting out a low moan she nodded, “Only for you, daddy.”

She needed a little push to get off her high so Harry took his thumb and rubbed it in a circular motion on her clit.

“C’mon darling, you’re almost there,” Harry muttered. He was right there but he would never get off first, making sure he took care of his girl first.

Y/n came off from her high and Harry followed shortly after. He always made sure to clean her up afterward since she was always in a fuzzy state of mind.

“Let’s get cleaned up and have some cuddles.” He would always take care of his girl no matter what.

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Updated: 18.02.2022

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* Main Masterlist *

* Lollypopsx Dialogue Game Blurbs *

Boyfriend!Harry

A Trip To The Fair

-The one where date night at the fair makes you happy -

Pet Parents

- The one where you go to get milk and come home with a puppy -

Scared in a Storm - (Harry x deaf!reader)

- The one where you’re deaf and Harry accidentally scares you when he comes home -

So tell me the best feeling, something deep?

- The one where Harry is being cheeky in an interview -

Wine Stained Tears and Mean Fans

- The one where you get hurt by angry fans, and Harry gets protective -

Even When The Night Changes

- The one where Harry takes you Ice Skating for a date, and disaster strikes -

Showerhead Highs *smut

- The one where you’re too uncomfortable during your pregnancy to enjoy sex, so Harry helps in other ways -

Helpful Harry

- The one where Harry tried to make you feel better, but he makes you cry instead -

Second Date Disaster

- The one where an allergic reaction jeopardises your second date with Harry -

Nightmare Comforts

- The one where Harry has to wake you from another vivid nightmare -

Boy or Girl? -HSLOT San Diego

- The one where you and Harry reveal your baby’s gender to the band -

Can I Hold You?

- The one where you’re in a new relationship with Harry and get scared he might hit you -

Dazed by Banter

- The one where yours and Harry’s banter is rife through his Dazed photoshoot -

I wasn’t drunk, I’m Pregnant - Part 2

- The one where you’re still yet to tell Harry you’re pregnant, but he accuses you of relapsing with alcohol -

Tonight, I’m in charge -Smut

- The one where Harry’s being a sub and you’re overworking him -

Not Over You - Ex’s to lovers

- The one where Harry talks about his heartbreak over your relationship in an interview -

Harry Looks After You When You’re Drunk

- The one where Harry has to get you ready for bed while you’re drunk -

Sick Harry

- The one where you look after a sick Harry -

It’s Okay Not To Be Okay

- The one where you’re not feeling Christmassy, and you’re not feeling happy, but Harry is there to help -

Brother!Harry x Y/N

-You’re the sister to Harry styles, but living with Social Anxiety and OCD with a famous brother is a rollercoaster!-

Too Many Bad Things

- The one where you’re trying to get ready for an event, but everything is going wrong, but Harry is there to comfort you -

I Just Want To Be Normal

- The one where a business lunch takes a downhill spiral and Harry takes you home early -

Christmas Day

- The one where everyone is feeling festive, after having the worst Christmas ever last year, but everything goes according to plan this year -

Dad!Harry

-A variety of moments with Dad!Harry-

Bug, I will always look after you (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where your teenage daughter is unwell and you’re away, leaving Harry to handle it -

But Daddy, I love him - Part 2 -Angst (Harry Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where your daughters secrets slip out, arguments get heated and mean words get thrown around. But can it be fixed? -

Playing Favourites (Harry x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where Ivy and Isla participate in their dance show, and Ivy feels that she hasn’t danced to perfection -

Public Period (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Ivy has an issue in white jeans,band Harry saves the day -

The Ivy Who Stole Harry’s Heart (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry falls even more in love with his daughter -

Reoccurring Nightmares (Harry x Ivy x Tommy) -Angsty

- The one where Ivy needs help -

You Can’t Buy Kindness (Harry x Ivy x YN)

- The one where you’re thankful at the little girl you are raising -

Please Don’t Get Divorced (Harry x Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where tensions rise between you and Harry, and the girls get scared -

Ivy’s First Car Accident (Harry x Y/N x Ivy)

- The one where you’re fearing the unimaginable-

No Point Crying Over Spilt Juice 

- The one where Harry has a bad day, and accidentally takes it out in the kids -

Runaway Notes (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry needs to do some late night driving to find a runaway Ivy -

Embarrassing Ivy (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry loves to embarrass Ivy in front of her friends -

Swing-ball Summer (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry regrets teaching Ivy how to use a racquet -

This Is What Christmas Is All About (Harry x Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where after school outings and Christmassy treats make you happy -

Single Dad!Harry x Charleigh

-Harry becomes a single parent at age 17 to his baby, Charleigh Reign Anne Styles-

I’m sick of you

- The one where Harry and teenage Charleigh are struggling with tour life -

-Sneaking Around - ft Niall Horan

-The one where Charleigh get’s caught sneaking out -

-Moral Of The Story

- The one where Niall helps Charleigh to write a song about her Mum, and her and Harry are reunited once more -

Flowers and Crowds

- The one where Charleigh struggles in a crowd of her Dad’s fans -

Festive Food Shops With A Four Year Old

- The one where Charleigh runs off in the supermarket car park during the Christmas rush -

- Pre-Christmas Festivities 

- The one where Harry, Charleigh, Niall, Louis, Liam and some friends have an early Christmas celebration -

The Story Of Our Life - In Quarantine

- The one where Charleigh surprises her Dad with a sentimental gift during a tough quarantine -

Christmas Cheer and Cheesy Jokes

- The one where Harry embarrasses Charleigh during a radio show -

Tours, Tears & Tantrums

- The one where Charleigh gets upset backstage for having to share Harry with the fans -

Healthnut Harry

- The one where Harry bans junk food -

Fear of Flying

- The one where plans change quickly and Charleigh has an anxiety attack -

In Coney Island, Wondering ‘Where Did My Baby Go’

- The one where Harry loses Charleigh in Coney Island -

I’ll Always Catch You If You Faint

- The one where Charleigh is overwhelmed and faints in front of fans -

Slipping Through My Fingers/Charleigh’s 18th

- The one where Harry realises Charleigh is growing up as she reaches her 18th birthday during Love On Tour -

Pap Issues/I’m Eight, I don’t Need To Hold Your Hand

- The one where Charleigh thinks she’s too old to hold Harry’s hand, until the paps show their faces -

Charleigh Walks In On Harry

- The one where Charleigh comes home earlier than expected -

Charleigh’s First Period ft. Y/N

- The one where Y/N saves the day -

It’s Negative

- The one where Charleigh takes a pregnancy test, and Harry is there to support her -

Sick Charleigh 

- The one where Charleigh is sick during Love On Tour, and she is Harry’s priority -

Grumpy Teens and Screens

- The one where a grumpy Charleigh gets her phone taken away -

London House Tour

- The one where you can see their house -

Nappies and Cookies

- The one where toddler Charleigh escapes from the nappy change, and there is only one way to bribe her back -

Mood Swings

- The one where Charleigh’s period gets the better of her -

Drunk Charleigh 1

- The one where Charleigh gets drunk after her first night clubbing, and Harry is on hand to help with the aftermath -

Kisses and Plasters

- The one where Charleigh playing with her uncles ends in tears -

Bruises and Handprints

- The one where some of Harry’s fans get a bit rough with Charleigh -

Awful Brit Interview 

- The one where Charleigh gets overwhelmed by a rude interview -

Get Well Soon My Little Cherry

- The one where Charleigh is in a cast and Harry is by her side -

More Period Dramas

- The one where Harry has had a bad day and takes it out on Charleigh -

Text Conversations 1 - When Charleigh Finds Out About Love On Tour Dates 2022

Text Conversations 2 - When Charleigh Does A Lyric Prank On Harry

Text Conversations 3 - When Harry Does A Revenge Lyric Prank That Goes Wrong!

Instagram Concept 1 - Moments In Time

HSLOT - Dad!Harry x Y/N x Ivy

-How life during Love on Tour treats the three of you as a family while touring with Harry-

Terrible Two Tantrum

Visiting Vegas

Shits & Giggles At Bathtime

Thanksgiving and Appreciation

Cupcake Secrecy

Poorly Ivy

Gang!Harry

Rosie, Lucie, Teeny & Tiny

As Useless As The Rest -Angst

Period Problems

You’ll Always Be My Favourite ‘What If’ -Angst

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could you write something about harry being really subby but the reader is busy with work and he just wants her attention and she ends up yelling at him and he crys? and then she makes it up to him by pleasuring him or something :) thank youu

warnings: smut, mommy kink, lil bit of angst, fluff.

Harry had been waiting for you to come home all day. It was already 6pm which meant you would arrive any second now.

So harry set the table for dinner, and cooked your favorite meal before rushing up the stairs to put on a pretty little outfit for you.

All he wants is to have a nice dinner with you, then have you lead him to the couch, cuddle with him smothering him with kisses while you whisper sweet nothings in his ear about how pretty he looks tonight.

He smiles to himself at the thought before getting brought back to reality when he hears your car parking in the driveway. He bites his lip in anticipation, quickly making his way to the front door to greet you.

You had been having a hard day at work. You were so pissed at your co-workers for not doing things right. So you spent your whole day fixing their mistakes, without even getting credit for the work you were doing in their place.

So when you were driving home all you could think about is how much you still had to get done. You had your night planned in your head, walking thru the front door and quickly making your way to your home office to finish writing and sending all the emails you'd been working on ,then finally eating, since you'd forgotten to have breakfast this morning.

Once you parked your car, you made your way to the front door before dipping your hand in your purse to find your keys muttering a low "fuck's sake" when you couldn't find them.

To your surprise the door opened almost immediately revealing a cute smiley harry dressed in what you could recognize to be one of your t-shirts, and a black skirt accompanied with fishnets.

You widened your eyes when you saw him since you completely forgot the fact that he was staying over at yours for a couple of days.

"hi mommy" he said, finally breaking the silence "like my outfit? wore it just for you" he finished his sentence with a twirl to show the fit.

"I-" right when you were about to speak you were interrupted with a ringtone coming from your purse "one sec" you mumbled before grabbing your phone and answering the call.

Harry furrowed his brows when you picked up the phone. He was expecting you to just brush it off saying you'll call again later before lunging forward to kiss him. But that is definitely not what happened.

"what?! I told you to take care of that! why can't you ever do anything right without me!" you yelled at one of your co-workers, quickly storming off to your office to fix whatever shit they've messed up, slamming the door shut behind you.

Harry was speechless, he spent all day thinking about how perfect tonight would go, but it was already starting off in a whole different direction. He hated that.

He thought maybe you just needed to take care of this one thing before joining him for dinner. Well he hoped that was the case. So he tried to distract himself while you were still yelling in your home office, by making sure the food wasn't going cold in the kitchen.

After a while, the yelling finally stopped, so he thought that you were gonna come out of the office any minute now. But you didn't.

He got worried and a bit sad when you spent another half an hour in that room. So he got up from his seat and made his way to the door before knocking.

"come in" you said, your eyes still focused on the stack of papers in front of you, not even acknowledging harry. "ehm, i made you dinner, thought we could have a romantic night" he mumbled sadly, seeing that you weren't looking at him.

"yeah yeah sounds great" you quickly rushed out, still looking at the papers, not even aware of what he said. Harry pouted a your reaction, before saying "I missed you a lot today, could y'uhm take a break and come sit with me please?"

He was practically begging you in his head to say yes, his hopes died down when he only heard a low "mhm" in return. You weren't even paying attention to what he was saying, he thought.

"If y'want i could bring the food here so we can eat while y'work, just wanna sit with you 's been a long day without-" his words were interrupted by your yelling "oh for fuck's sake harry! do whatever you want i don't fucking care as long as you stop being so clingy and quit bothering me so i can actually get anything done!"

Harry was shocked at your outburst, tears quickly made their way to his eyes and when he felt like he couldn't contain his sobs, he walked out of your office, slamming the door behind him.

He ran up the stairs with his hands covering his eyes, as he sobbed harder, making it more difficult for him to breathe.

When you heard the door slamming shut, you knew you fucked up. You couldn't even think straight with all this work in front of you, so you made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the delicious dinner displayed in front of you. Many candles were lit all around the table, with one glass of wine next to both plates.

Suddenly guilt washed over you, what the hell were you thinking? Harry went out of his way to make your favorite dish, adding small decorations to make the ambiance more romantic, and even dressed up for you and you just acted like the biggest jackass on earth.

The glass of water quickly forgotten, you rushed out of the kitchen and made your way up the stairs, stopping in front of your bedroom door when you heard harry's loud sobs.

Your heart broke at the sound, you loved him so much, you never want to be the reason for his sadness. You slowly knocked on the door not wanting to alarm him.

You heard his sobs tone down a bit before he mumbled "go away!" if you weren't standing so close to the door you wouldn't even have heard him.

"baby please i just wanna talk" you said in hope for him to let you come in. Relief washed over you when you heard a low "okay" coming from inside.

You slowly opened the door, your eyes quickly spotting him on your bed, his knees bent up to his chin, his hands still covering his face while he sobbed lowly.

You walked over to the bed, sitting down in front of him before carefully placing your hands on his, wanting to see his face.

Once he slowly moved his hands away, his green eyes opened making you smile. "Hey pretty boy" he stays silent at your words, still looking at you, waiting for more.

" 'm sorry i was such an asshole to you, you didn't deserve that, i was just so stressed because of work. And i know that doesn't justify me yelling at you, but please forgive me, i love you so much m'pretty boy, hate it when you're upset with me" you said while stroking his arm slowly watching him relax at your touch.

He takes a deep breath before speaking "y'said i was clingy, and i was just trying to do something nice t'you, 'm sorry i'm such an annoying person, please don't ever yell at me again, hurt a lot"

You climb up on the bed and rest against the headboard with him, before hugging him close to your chest which makes him let out small sobs. "no please don't apologize angel, s'not y'fault i acted that way, you weren't clingy, i love when you get like that with me, i didn't mean anything i said earlier. I promise to never ever yell at you ever again baby."

After hearing your words, he moved his head away from your chest and looked up at you. You smiled at him before grabbing his face, and gently pressing your lips under his eyes, wiping the tears away.

"I love you so much pretty boy, let me show you, will y'let me?" you whispered, your breath fanning over his mouth at how close you are to him.

"yes please show me, i love you mommy" you kiss him at his words gently laying him down before straddling him and roaming your hands all over his body.

You pull back a bit to admire the pretty attire he put together, biting your lip at the sight. If you looked close enough you could see some of your blush on his cheeks, along with smuged mascara.

"y'so pretty baby, call you pretty boy for a reason don't I? Wore all of this for me? I don't deserve any of it, y'too good angel" harry blushed at your words, secretly loving the compliments he was getting.

"as much as i love this, wanna see you without it, can i take it off? 's that okay?" you ask, tugging at his well your t-shirt.

"please mommy, take it off" he nodded eagerly, lifting his upper body a bit to make it easier for you.

Once his shirt and skirt were off, he was laying on the bed just in a tiny black thong and fishnets.

The sight alone made you wet. All the things you wanted to do to him rushing thru your mind. "fuck baby, so gorgeous" you mumbled before dipping your head down to press your lips against his.

The kiss starts off slow and sweet, but quickly turns into a desperate kiss. You tease his mouth with your tongue asking for permission. He opens his mouth enough to let your tongues tangle.

He moans when he feels your fingers teasing his perky nipples. You smirk when you feel him already hard under you, slowly grinding your hips with his.

It was all already too much for harry and you were just getting started, and to add on top of all that, his cock twitches in his thong when he feels you sucking his tongue.

You suddenly pull away which makes him whine, but he stops when he feels your nails dragging up his thighs, then a ripping sound is heard in the room.

"what do you want baby? c'mon tell me" you whisper seductively while your hands roam his chest once more. "want- want y'to touch me please, it hurts mommy please" he whimpers.

You chuckle at his words before getting off of him causing him to widen his eyes. "what are y-" "wanna see you in this pretty thong, c'mon angel up y'go"

He quickly gets off the bed, wanting to do as you please. You tell that he gets shy under your stare "don't be shy, c'mon twirl for me, y'know how much mommy loves that pretty ass of yours"

He giggles a bit before turning around so his back his facing you, shaking his ass a bit which makes you chuckle.

"fuck, how could i ever be mad at you pretty boy, y'so perfect, c'mere" you watch him turn around and crawl back on the bed kneeling in front of you.

"lay on your back for me and spread your legs yeah?" you look at him stroking his cheek, loving the way he subconsciously leans his head in your palm.

Once harry is seated in the way you want him, you start peppering kisses from his neck down to his nipples before stopping. You look up at him and smirk when you see him already squirming, before leaning forward and taking one of his nipples between your teeth, sucking and biting it.

"oh fuck!" harry moans, his hands fisting the sheets below him. He feels your hand wonder down to his underwear before tapping his hip signaling him to lift his ass a bit so you could pull the thong and what remains of the fishnets off.

You pull away from him, looking down, wishing you could keep this view in front of you forever. "mind if i take a picture angel?" you mumble to which he shakes his head no.

You smile at his approval, before scrambling off the bed to grab your polaroid camera that you and harry use specifically for stuff like this.

Once you got it you go back on the bed, and settle yourself on top of him. Your camera in hand, you can tell he s getting shy from the way his cheeks seemed to heat up and turn red. "relax angel, y'look beautiful, y'always do" you reassure him before snapping a picture of him fully naked, legs crossed together a bit with a shy smile displayed on his face.

You wait a bit for the photo to develop and when it finally does, you gasp a bit whispering "so gorgeous" before placing both the camera and the picture down on the nightstand.

"told ya you'd look amazing, and y'do, now where was i" Your hands make their way back onto his thighs, spreading his legs apart again.

"wait could y' um- could y'take off your clothes too" he says shyly. At his words you quickly take your shirt and pants off wanting him to feel comfortable knowing how vulnerable and self conscious he feels when he's naked.

"good?" you ask earning an eager nod from harry. You look down at his hard cock that's already leaking with pre-cum by now. "look at you so hard f'me, tell me baby how bad do you want it?"

"so bad mommy please! it hurts!" he whines desperately wanting to feel you touch him where it aches.

You spit on your hand before wrapping it around his cock, stroking him at an extremely slow and teasing pace. You could hear low mutters of "please please please" coming from him which made your insides tingle, knowing how much effect you had on him.

Your hand keeps working him while you lower your head down to his hole. Blowing air there, loving how he squirms and clenches.

You stop your hand at the head, collecting some of the pre-cum before bringing it down to lubricate his puckered hole.

He shudders when he feels your finger teasing his entrance. "fuck me mommy, please please" he moans lowly "so fucking pathetic for me yeah? think you can give me orders? gonna let it pass this time, next time you'll be getting punished understood?"

When he opens his mouth to reply, he's cut off with a deep moan once he feels you easing your finger in.

Instead of thrusting, you stay still using your other hand to grab his chin "i said. understood?"

"y-yes" he stutters out "yes what?" "yes mommy" you smile satisfied with his words "good boy".

You finally start moving your finger in and out of his tight hole, the deeper you get the louder he gets so you decide to add two more fingers which makes his back arch and his hand move to his mouth to muffle the moans he's getting out.

You stop moving and slap his hand away "don't you dare. I wanna hear you. If you do that again i'll stop" too preoccupied in his pleasure harry nods quickly a glutteral groan escaping his mouth when you hit that spot making his eyes roll back.

"that's it baby, doing so good for mommy, am i making you feel good?" you pick up the pace of his fingers which leads him to chant low profanities and curses under his breath.

"yes yes yes! feels so good mommy don't stop!" he moans when he feels your other hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him while still working your fingers inside of him, hitting that spot over and over again making him see stars.

"gonna cum! please can i" he begs waiting for your approval, knowing that he won't be able to last any longer.

"c'mon pretty boy, wanna see you come for me, i know you can do it c'mon" and that's all he needed before he lets out a high pitched moan, his back arching, spurts of cum covering some of his chest and your hand.

You continue to stroke him thru his high, and once he 's done you pull your fingers out, grabbing some tissues to clean your hand and his chest before throwing them away in the trash.

You climb up the bed to rest your head next to his "hey pretty boy y'okay? was that good?" he smiles lazily at your words, still exhausted from his orgasm before slurring out "really good, i love you so much mommy".

He nuzzles his face in your chest, loving the way you smell before throwing his leg over your hip, moving closer to you.

You hum, your hands moving to play with his curls "how about we put something on and go downstairs and heat up the delicious dinner you made to eat it cause i'm starving then come back up to cuddle?"

Harry smiles against your chest and thinks "this night couldn't get any better".

A/N: im literally half asleep so sry for any typos! anw i need sleep

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When in Italy Part 5

I am so sorry this one is a little shorter and along with the huge delay. YThank you so much for all of your kind messages, I really appreciate it! The next part will be the last so please let me know what you think! Also, if you like this series/any of my other work and have the means and are intersted in supporting me, you can do so here! No pressure, it is just for those who want to! I am a broke college student and every little bit helps me write more :) Love yall and I promise that the next part will be out VERY SOON!!! :) 

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You watched as Harry’s face paled slightly, his hands shaking as he rubbed them over his face “I’m sorry.” He trembled, his voice cracking, “I-fuck... I know I don’t deserve it, but I love you so much, you’re the love of my life. Please tell me what I need to do.” 

You shrug, covering your hands with your face as you bottom lip began to shake, feeling your heart pound against your chest as the fear set in.

The fear of losing him all over again.

“I don’t know- I just… I want this so bad, Harry.” You whisper, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand and looking over at him, meeting his bloodshot eyes, before moving your legs off, dangling them off the side of the bed, unable to look at him, “I’ve never come close to love anyone the way I love you and the pain I felt when we broke up? I felt like I was dying.”

“I felt the same, baby.” Harry whispered, feeling the bed shift as he attempted to move closer to you, trying to meet your eyes, “I was a mess and I-“

“Then,” you interrupted, “I saw you with her, and it felt like I saw that you were the one who stabbed me in the back. I can’t just get all of that out of my head, Harry.”

Harry sinks down before, kneeling in front of you as sat with your legs dangling off the bed, gently placing his large hand over yours, the ring you gave him still wrapped around his finger. Your eyes met his again and at the sight of his tear stained cheeks, you couldn’t fight the urge to turn your hand and intertwine your fingers, which he quickly brought to his lips, pressing a long kiss to the back of your hand, staring up into your eyes. 

“I will fight for you, every single day, for the rest of my life.” He began, “I will do anything and everything I can to prove to you how sorry I am and how much I love you. How much I want you and only you, for the rest of my life. And I know you deserve better than me, I know, but I’m selfish and I know I will never love again. You’re it for me. I know I have to accept that I may not be it for you… but I will never fucking stop loving you.”

“Harry.” You squeak, wiping away your flowing tears as you stared down at him before cupping his cheek, his free hand going over it as he pressed his face into your palm, pressing a quick kiss to it before looking back up at you, “I…”

“I understand if you want nothing to do with me but please, please don’t cut me out.” He pleaded, eyes desperate, his hand squeezing yours tighter in fear, “If all I can get from you is friendship, then I will take it and I will be there for you, no matter what for the rest of our lives and if someday you end up marrying someone else, I will be there for you, cheering you on.”

You pull him quickly to your body, arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as his snake their way around your waist after a moment, shocked by the sudden contact. You bury your face in his neck as you let out soft cries, your heart feeling as if it could burst. You slid off the bed , falling into his arms as you molded into each other. Gripping each other tighter as you breathed each other in, holding each other for what felt like hours and seconds all at the same time. 

“I want this, I do.” You whispered into his neck, your fingers grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, “I just need time to see if I can get there.” 

“I’m here, no matter how long it takes.” 

***

You took it slow. Very slow. 

You two had been in this new adjustment period for a few weeks, treating it as if you had just met. Practically starting over completely, it was as if you were back in just the the very start of the talking stage. Deciding it was best not to see each other everyday, sticking to phone calls and text messages, the rare FaceTime call (seeing his face was a little overwhelming, let’s be honest),as you eased back into him being back into your life at all. 

He had always giving you butterflies, even years into your relationship, but now with things feelings as if they were starting new, you could feel your heart pound at the playful text messages you have been receiving. 

Your apartment has also been littered with flowers, getting a new delivery almost everyday (which didn’t really go with starting fresh, but you weren’t going to complain), you were really opening up to fully diving back in again.

The sound of your phone ringing makes you jump, but not quite as much as your heart jumped at the sight of the profile picture, alerting you that he as calling. 

“Hello there.” You heard, practically able to see the smirk on his face, “What are you doing in approximately two and a half hours? I must admit, pretty girl, got quite the crush on you and I would love to take you out.” 

“I think I might have to check my schedule, but that sounds like something I could be interested in.” You smile, thankful this wasn’t a FaceTime or else he would surely tease you for blushing. 

“I promise to make it worth while.”

“What do you have in mind?” You ask, already wandering towards your closet as the anxiety bubbles in your stomach.

“It’s a surprise, wear that pretty little pink dress with the polka dots on it that I love so much. Please? I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.” You nodded, gnawing on your bottom lip in anticipation, “I’ll see you soon.”

You let out a dreamy sigh after hanging it up, heading into your bathroom and starting to get ready as you felt all the pieces perfectly coming together, knowing that tonight when you reunited will tell you everything you needed to know. 

Now you just needed to see him.