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IF, THEN

COMMITMENT LOST CHAPTER ONE: IF, THEN

part two

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Ariana pushes her eyelashes up and puckers her lips, the loud bass of the club vibrating the mirror and making her face blurry. Hannah is using the restroom just beside her, drunkenly holding the counter to steady herself. The walls are a crimson red, the lights a buttery, dim yellow. The club itself is more expensive than the ones she usually frequented, but it is Niall's birthday—and Niall is extra.

"Ariana," Hannah whines loudly. Ariana giggles at her friend's inebriated state, helping Hannah tug her skirt down her thighs so she isn't flashing the entirety of the club once they step out from the bathroom—the bathroom that was currently being banged on by another slew of drunk girls.

"One second!" Ariana yells over the loud music and Hannah's uncontrollable giggles. "Hannah, go wash up, I need to dance. I love this song!" She is rushing to smudge her lipstick into more blended lines around her cupid's bow, putting her free hand up in the air and shuffling around the sticky tile of the bathroom, singing along to a rap song she could barely hear over the blinding bass.

By the time they are stumbling out of the bright bathroom and back into the dark, multicolored dance floor, the girls waiting are about ready to kill them. With drunken apologies flying from Ariana's mouth and Hannah trudging behind with her body parts flailing around messily to the beat of the song, they seem like a giant mess. "Need to find Niall and friends," Hannah has to yell over the music. "I wanna order food! They have food here, right?"

Ariana shrugs as she peeks at her friend over her shoulder, pulling the top of her black, strapless dress up. A baby pink bow sat right at her cleavage, the same color creating a lacy hem on the short dress—so short, if Ariana moves wrong she'll be wearing a strapless top and a lacy red thong as an outfit.

Finding their friends at a booth, Ariana stumbles over to them and presses the palms of her hands against the table to stabilize herself. "We're back!" She sings happily, though frowns when she notices her seat across from the birthday boy is occupied by a figure who wasn't there when they left.

Her eyes follow up from his low-waisted, tight dress pants—they are a color other than black, but in the lighting, she can't figure out what color—to his black silk dress shirt that is unbuttoned almost halfway down his chest and exposing dark ink across his hard muscles. When she gets to his face, she swears she must be way drunker than she thinks. He's gorgeous.

He has hard-set features—straight eyebrows, raspberry lips drawn in an intimidating line, and bright eyes that seem to catch every detail of his surroundings. "Hi, I'm Ariana," she greets happily, holding out her hand for him to shake; a bit too formal for their setting, but she thinks it is a good idea for such a strict-looking, gorgeous man.

He cracks a smile at her gesture, though takes her small hand in his rough, calloused one until he envelops it in a warm sensation that makes her giddy. "Harry—I work with Niall," he nods to his friend, who grins happily and very drunkenly at the mention of his name.

"Cool! You work at the autobody shop?" Ariana's doe brown eyes widen in surprise, her long chestnut-colored hair straightened to perfection with wisps of bangs falling over her smokey-eyed expression. Her hair is flat and shimmering in the light, her black eyeshadow so perfectly dark it makes her look like she is straight out of a 'bad girl gone wild!' magazine from two decades ago.

He can't think straight with her looking at him, her eyes hooded and pulling him in like a siren—does she know her effect?

"Yeah," his large ring-covered hand grips a lowball glass as she smiles at him. Her eyes are intense like she is soaking in every word he's saying.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, it's weird I don't see you around more." She laughs gently, her nose scrunching up at her words. Her words are slightly slurred from the alcohol coursing through her veins, her eyes glazed over as she looks up at the beautiful man. "Niall, your coworker is so cool!" She squeals, bouncing over to her best friend with wide eyes.

Niall, possibly more drunk than Ariana (she isn't sure how that was possible, but it's his birthday—who is she to judge!) starts laughing. "He thinks you're crazy," Niall giggles, pointing at Harry. Ariana scoffs loudly, shaking her head vigorously and taking the bright-colored drink from in front of him for a sip. "You think she's crazy, right?"

Harry shrugs, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp; he probably got the memo that he has to be much more wasted to find the humor in their sentences. "Niall, I love this song!" Hannah interrupts, tugging on his black t-shirt with pleading eyes. "We have to dance, it's so good."

Ariana raises her eyebrows; years of Hannah pining over her friend finally wore off at this moment. Niall quickly hops up to follow her, Hannah disappearing into a sea of dancing bodies and leaving Ariana alone with the quiet, brooding man. He already has another drink in his hand, a waiter just leaving with an empty tray as Ariana decides to sit across from him and not follow the lovebirds on their dancing quest.

He turns back to her, his eyes hazy as they sweep over her figure. She blinks at him with wide eyes, her head spinning and blurring her surroundings. The colored lights from the strobes above her are creating streaks in her vision as she focuses all her attention on Harry's eyes, which seem to be glinting dangerously. "You think he's gonna seal the deal tonight?" Harry gestures to where Niall and Hannah are gyrating on the dance floor, her head thrown back and his hands all over her stomach and chest.

"No doubt," Ariana laughs. "I've been third wheeling for years." She rolls her eyes, her fingers drawing a circle around the rim of the glass she had abandoned before venturing to the bathroom with Hannah. "I mean, they're halfway there," she giggles, turning to Harry with bright eyes, her hair floating back into place after twisting her head a few times.

His eyes drink up her appearance like he is dying of thirst, his expression dark and carefree of his bluntness. "He's fuckin' wild, though, huh?" Harry laughs gently, looking over to where Niall has his head thrown back, a liquor bottle being poured into his mouth by a group of unfamiliar people. Ariana bubbles out a laugh in Niall's direction with a shake of her head.

"Oh mon Dieu," Ariana giggles, turning back to Harry, who seems to perk up at the different language that spews out of her drunken mouth.

The liquor seems to relax his tense muscles a bit, his fingers tapping along to the beat on the tabletop. "You know French?" He seems surprised. Though his speech is slurred and the blood running through his veins feels thicker than honey, he knows just by the utterance of a common French saying falling from her temptress-slicken lips he is in much deeper than he thought.

Ariana seems to enjoy this change of conversation. "I'm from France! It's a little village a bit from Paris, so I grew up with lots of French." She is practically bursting at the seams to spill more information from her childhood.

Harry raises his eyebrows. "Was it your native language?" He downs the rest of his drink as he awaits her response, the lights of the club flashing behind her now becoming a welcome addition to the little nook they created rather than a hindrance.

"Yes, I love speaking French. Sometimes I don't have the right English words and I feel so stupid," she rolls her eyes in annoyance at the upsetting quirk of her personality. Harry tilts his head patiently, his eyes roaming her tanned face as the words for his next sentence form on his tongue.

"Well, I speak French. And I don't think you're stupid in English, either."

Ariana feels stunned for a moment. Everyone thought she was dumb. Even when Hannah first met Ariana, she admitted she had thought Ariana was a bit slower than others due to her quiet and uncertain speech, or the mispronunciation of common words. Ariana mainly keeps the bilingual argument to herself, though. It feels like a cop-out—she's been learning two languages since she was born, so why is she so abhorrent in both?

But wait... did Harry say he speaks French?

"Tu parles français?" [You speak French?] Ariana gasps in surprise. "Oh mon dieu, je t'aime!" [Oh my God, I love you!] Harry cracks a smile at her overreaction, shaking his head to rid his cheeks of the apple hue beginning to spread.

"Juste ce qu'il faut pour m'en sortir, c'est ma deuxième langue." [Just what I need to get by, it's my second language.] He explains feverishly, gesturing with his fingers to emphasize how horrible he is at the language; though Ariana is barely listening as she hops down from the tall seat across from Harry and onto her platform heels as she rushes to sit on the booth beside him, tilting her head up to stare into his glossy eyes with hearts in hers.

She grabs his forearm with both of her manicured hands, squeezing the heavily tattooed skin playfully as she beams from ear to ear. "I can understand you perfectly. I'm so happy I met someone who reminds me of home!" She squeals. "Are you from France? You can't be, right? You have that British accent," she is speaking so fast that Harry can barely get a word in as he struggles to keep up with her slurred babbling.

His arm feels like it is being held between two burning pokers that are leaving red hot welts most deliciously. He craves the smoldering heat from her soft fingertips, wondering if she'd leave a wake of soft, fluttering burns if her hands traveled further up his bicep.

He is staring intensely at the little tattoos that litter the hand sitting atop his heavily inked arm—hers are much more delicate, almost performing as permanent rings and garnishes to her blemish-less figure. She is utterly beautiful.

"I'm from London, but I learned French young. My mother thought it was important to raise bilingual children," he explains candidly. "English comes naturally to me, but I'll happily switch to French for you. Though I'm sure you're just as intelligent in both."

Ariana's heart pounds so hard against her chest that it seems to scare the butterflies in her stomach down further south. "Well, let me ask something in French then. But the deal is you have to promise to agree to it," she pouts in faux seriousness as she holds her pinky finger between them, her face just inches away from his. She swears if she concentrates hard enough, she's able to feel the vibration of his heartbeat against her body.

"I haven't heard what the question is yet, jolie fille." [pretty girl] He rolls his eyes, but the nickname has her swooning. Why hasn't Niall introduced her to him sooner? He is everything she is looking for, but the French alone should have nudged Niall along with its invisible string binding the two of them together.

"Promets juste," [Just promise] she insists, jabbing his chest with her pinky finger. He relents at her jabbing with a half-hearted raise of his finger to interlock them. She grins happily at his compliance before leaning even closer to him. Close enough for the sandalwood of his cologne to flood through her nostrils and the floral symphonies of her perfume to cascade down his throat that tastes like the freshest water. "Danseras-tu avec moi?" [Will you dance with me?]

Harry tilts her chin up so she isn't hiding from his intense gaze. "I heard Parisians know how to party," he hums. Ariana immediately flushes a darkened red, shuffling carefully so her heels touch the ground of the sticky bar. Her hand slips into his in a reassurance he won't lose her in the crowd of people, squeezing it tightly as she struggles to push her way through the masses.

Harry notices her difficulty and leans down to talk just loud enough in her ear. "Let me lead, you're too delicate." He explains, his calloused, grease-stained hand tugging her back into his body as he struggles to slither around her and gain the lead.

Ariana pouts momentarily, her inflated ego becoming overstuffed with the last cocktail she drank. One stern look from Harry shut her up, though, warning her not to test him on something so minuscule. So she grumpily trudges behind him, using his large body as a forcefield against flailing limbs and handsy men.

He stops in a spacious spot amidst all the club-goers, turning to face her once more. He seems excited, though that expression was masked behind a faux disinterested demeanor. "Do I get that dance now?" Ariana is yelling over the loud bass—this spot is no place to have a conversation, the sentiment proving its point with the grinding and gyrating happening no more than three feet away from her.

Harry doesn't respond in words, only in a tug to her hips. A similar tug pulls at the nerve endings in her body, shooting off ripples of nervous excitement in her belly. This is not how she thought her night would go, but she is most definitely not one to judge at the turn of events.

They fall into a rhythm quickly, her hands dragging down his collared shirt, his fingers gripping the sides of her mini dress tightly as they sway their hips in unison. A heavy Latino beat pounds against the back of her head as she unabashedly sings along, her chin tilted towards Harry's face to see his look of amusement.

His hands never fall below the hem of her panties sitting at her hip, though she knows with how tight he is gripping her he can feel the lace outline through the flimsy fabric of her mini dress. He seemed to control himself much better than the boys she had danced with other nights—those boys would now have pushed their junk against her back or tummy in a not-so-subtle suggestion to follow them somewhere more private. Harry, though, is much more civil.

It is clear their intentions with their hooded, lustful gazes and the way her hands climb up to his neck to play with the small curls sitting at the nape. The fire in her belly burns hotter and hotter the longer they dance, she is sure he can feel the heat coming off her skin. She needs him badly, and based on the slight drop in his jaw and the more noticeable pants he was sucking in, he needs her just as much.

"Harry," she calls over the music. "Embrasse-moi!" [Kiss me!]

She thanks Hannah for forcing her to wear the tallest heels she owns tonight, making the distance between their lips much shorter. It takes him a moment to process her loud, brazen French message, but as soon as it clicks in his inebriated mind, he lunges forward.

They are no longer swaying to the music. Instead, their lips are locked and eyes are closed, his hands sliding to her ribs, then to her stomach, then back to her hips in a soothing, gentle motion as their mouths clashed dangerously. She is holding his shoulders like a lifeline, the sweaty fabric of his halfway unbuttoned dress shirt bundled in between her manicured fingers as she kisses him as passionately as she can.

The moment sent shivers down her spine, her brain barely able to process what she had accomplished before she was yanked backward.

She gasps loudly, her hands desperately grabbing at Harry's forearms as he struggles to catch her. A loud, piercing voice interrupts the moment, not leaving Ariana questioning who pulled her away from Harry for long.

"I wanna go home! I'm tired!" Hannah whines just as Harry tugs her back into his warm, hard chest. A chest she wants to lay her head on, attached to a man she wants to kiss for hours.

And just like that, a wet blanket is thrown atop the most magical, glittering moment of the distant past and (most likely) future.

"Hannah, you startled me," Ariana laughs nervously, looking up at Harry with an apologetic glance. He just shrugs nonchalantly, as if he wasn't bothered by the interruption or the mention of her leaving. "Did something happen?"

"No! I just wanna go!" Ariana knows the mood Hannah has fallen into. The 'if I'm not having fun, no one is' mood immediately shuts down any further plans. She sometimes feels like a mother to her drunk friend, wanting to scream, I want to have fun, too! But never does. She simply wipes the beads of spilled drink from her friend's small shirt and flashes a fake smile.

"We can go, I'll follow you," Ariana speaks as gently as she can while maintaining her stern demeanor, the motherly facade fading when she turns back to Harry. "Je suis désolé, est-ce que je te verrai bientôt?" [I'm sorry, will I see you soon?] She sounds desperate as she asks a question she already knows the answer to. No, I will not see you soon. Probably never, is the answer she knows is on the tip of his tongue.

"Bien sûr," he replies simply. "Of course," he then repeats in English. "I'll be searching for you, Ariana." He flashes a cheeky grin at her, though she notices he isn't following her out of the crowd of people—instead diving deeper towards the crowded bar.

A salty twang of hurt smashes against her heart. Maybe he'd find another girl tonight, a girl whose friend doesn't interrupt their steamy makeout, a girl he'd remember much more prominently than her.

—

"God, I don't like that boy. He seems sketchy," Hannah is already teetering on the line of flat-out drunk while they get ready to hit another club the next weekend. "Like, he just appears out of nowhere. Niall never talks about work—he definitely would've mentioned someone that hot to us."

Ariana stifles an eye roll as she paints on a silvery chrome across her cheekbones, sipping a poorly mixed drink out of a cheap, gray plastic cup with melted edges from the dishwasher. "He was nice. And he spoke French, it was so nice to speak to someone in French." Ariana is practically swooning all over again at the topic of her brief lover. A man who probably has forgotten her by now, but has been swimming around the front of her mind all week.

"I can find you someone way less sketchy who speaks French, I promise." Hannah turns to look at Ariana over her shoulder, one eye closed with eyeshadow painted messily on the lid. Her eyebrows are raised, waiting for a nod of confirmation from Ariana. She gives the reassurance reluctantly, biting her tongue.

I don't want another one, I want him, she wants to argue. Though, she knows arguing with Hannah would just lead her in circles. So, she keeps her mouth shut. She stays quiet and malleable, always listening and observing. She swears if someone were to look in her mind, they would see an overflowing basket of sentences and phrases never uttered—books of words she can't get out of her mouth.

Ariana returns to her drink and straightening her long hair, humming along to the loud music playing from the speaker sitting between the both of them. They are in Ariana's tiny one bedroom apartment, Hannah in front of the mirror with her legs crossed and Ariana at her vanity. The walls hang frames of old, feminist newspaper articles from her hometown and her bedding is the softest hue of beige with plants hanging from every shelf.

She loves her apartment despite Hannah's complaint about the size and the location. It is all Ariana can afford at the moment, balancing a full-time education at a New York City school and a part-time job as a commissioned artist. Hannah never knew financial hardship, something Ariana is equal parts grateful and peeved over. Hannah pays for their drinks, drags her to fancy restaurants, and buys her expensive gifts; but Hannah also demeans her simple living.

Hannah is the first friend Ariana made in middle school when Ariana moved across the country with half an English vocabulary and no family. In some ways, Ariana owes her life to Hannah. She picked Ariana up, dusted her off, and pushed her to be successful in America. That is all Ariana could have wished for, right?

The rest of the time is quiet. Ariana hums along to the songs playing in the background as she puckers her lips to get the perfect shade of rouge blended, finding peace in the silence of her mind at this moment.

She knows the topic of matchmaking with Hannah isn't over, and is sure her friend won't let up until she is on a date with a wealthy, overbearing man Hannah is family friends with. Ariana knows the sentiment is kind, but she has her eyes set on Harry—she knows that it is a dumb, childish crush that will never amount to anything, but she can't stop thinking about him.

She can't remember the last time she had such feelings towards another person, so this has to mean something.

—

"Hannah, I can't find my ID, give me a second—" Ariana fought back Hannah's hand, which was currently tugging her into the club while the bouncer was holding her back.

"I'll meet you inside, then," Hannah, who is tipsy and a bit angry tonight, drops their hands in annoyance at the minor inconvenience and disappears through the dark entrance. Perfect, Ariana thinks angrily. It is just like Hannah to leave her alone at the edge of a sleazy club surrounded by preying men.

It takes her a few moments to find her wallet which holds her ID due to her blurred vision and clumsy hands, getting frustrated at her lack of orientation.

"Need help?"

The voice is familiar and booming, her chin shooting up and towards the direction of the noise. Just as she suspects, it is Harry. Harry, who she has been dreaming of all week. Harry, who she drunkenly made out with before being dragged off. Harry, who speaks French and speaks of her so highly.

"Oh my gosh, hi, Harry," she gushes happily, abandoning her search to look up into the same eyes she got lost in last weekend at this very club. This can't be a coincidence, right? "I can't find my wallet, but I know it's in here. Stupide, I know," she laughs softly, tucking the long wave of hair behind her ear.

"Let me have a go. Not stupide, this bag is a maze." Harry peers inside her messy purse—there are at least three lip glosses, five receipts, an inhaler she never needs nor used, and stray pieces of gum. He takes it from her, finding it much quicker than Ariana could before handing both her belongings back to her.

"Lifesaver," she jokes, handing the bouncer her ID with Harry following suit. He seems more than displeased at the hold up in the line, glaring at her over the piece of plastic begrudgingly.

"Cover pay is twenty for her, ten for you," he nods at Ariana like she is an afterthought.

"Twenty? What the hell, man?" Harry scoffs loudly. Ariana's heart drops—she only has a ten, and half the time they don't even ask for a cover pay. She'd have to go home, right? Or, at least to another club. But that left Hannah alone, and she knows she can't do that despite how mad she is at her friend.

Before she knew it, Harry was shoving bills in the man's face and pushing her through the door of the club, just forcefully enough to show the bouncer his displeasure. "Hey, you can't pay for me—" she protests, a frown on her lips as she looks behind her at Harry.

"Shh, who gives a fuck?" Harry interrupts. "Where's your friend? You shouldn't come here alone, that's dangerous." He slides the strap of her bag over her shoulder carefully, making sure the contents won't spill out with her mindless flailing and crowds of grabby people.

Ariana rolls her eyes at the mention of Hannah. "She's somewhere around here," Ariana says nonchalantly. "Are you here alone?" She turns to look up at Harry, who appears to be sober. His pupils aren't dilated, his eyes are hard and set on her figure with an air of concern.

"No, that'd be sad. I'm here with some friends from the shop," Harry laughs. "Let's find Hannah, then we can find my friends, yeah?" He proposes, gesturing to her to follow him through the large, hot crowds of people.

Some nights when she gets drunk, she becomes overstimulated and annoyed at everything. She'd tear at her hair if a specific wisp kept falling in her face or find something wrong in every mixed drink she sipped. She'd spend a half hour in the dingy bathroom smudging her makeup because she hated her appearance, and found Hannah's voice to be annoying.

She is hoping tonight won't be one of those nights, but when she sees Hannah hanging off a disinterested Niall at a booth, she is already peeved. "Um, what if we get a drink first?" Ariana suggests, stopping short and forcing Harry to turn around and look at her, or else he'd lose her amidst the dancing bodies.

"Sounds good," he hums. "But you already seem kinda out of it—"

"I need more!" Ariana interrupts hastily, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bar. She knows she isn't going to enjoy tonight's festivities, so why not get through it being completely shitfaced? It seems much better than slugging through Hannah's annoying voice and flirty attitude with her only other friend sober.

Harry doesn't seem to stop her. He lets her lead him to the bar as she loudly yells for a vodka cran, tapping her fingers against the table with Harry's hard chest protectively behind her. "Are you getting anything?" She asks, craning her neck behind her. Harry shakes his head, looking around the bar curiously as if to avoid eye contact with her. She furrows her brow but doesn't call him out on the action.

Harry's eyes wander the loud area. He sees a plethora of young couples buried in each other's gazes as they sway along to the music that is much less fitting to their circumstances. The beat is pounding against his skull, his hand resting protectively on Ariana's shoulder as she leans across the dark, marbled bar top waiting for her drink.

Her long hair is pushed over her shoulder to show her tanned, toned back in her backless top. It is a dark red with a plunging tight neckline that fans out in lacy ripples like a teddy. It seems to be some sort of lingerie, with see-through mesh and a mauve hue that compliments her olive skin.

There are three delicate, gold necklaces sitting on her décolletage, glimmering in the fluorescent lights of the club with dark wash, low-rise jeans sitting upon her waist and exposing another small set of tattoos on her hip bone. She seems too pristine for such an environment, especially when she turns to face him with her chestnut-doe eyes and bright, red-lipped smile.

He's almost to matching her with a darker red (though not as rich of color as her beautiful garment) dress shirt and black dress pants, his hair a curly mop atop his head with his sleeves rolled up and buttons undone. His eyes are hard and bright, surveying the nightlife with wariness.

When Ariana turns around to face him with two drinks, he raises his eyebrows.

"Got you water! Is that okay?" She asks, her usually wide and curious gaze seemingly dazed from the liquor in her system, though she never loses her bubbly touch.

"Perfect, thank you," he smiles at her, taking both glasses from her hands and nodding for her to follow him through the crowd of people.

She latches onto him by slipping a manicured finger through his belt loop, practically jogging to keep up with his long strides until they reach the quieter portion of the club where their friends are talking and laughing.

"Hey! My two favorite people!" Niall greets happily. Ariana can see Hannah's grin fading at the appearance of Harry, not even bothering to say hello. She can't help but feel a stab of disgust—why does Hannah have to be so picky about her friends? There were countless times Ariana had to drop friends because of Hannah's attitude around them. There were also countless times when Ariana wondered if Hannah's friendship was worth it.

But every time, Ariana reminds herself of the young, frail, French-speaking girl who stepped into a bustling American middle school with no friends and no American education. And every time, Ariana reminds herself of Hannah, who was there for her. She owes a lot to Hannah, she can't just walk away.

Harry got swept away with his coworkers, barely glancing at her during his lively conversations. Ariana found herself sitting alone, sipping on a drink that was too sweet while Hannah danced the night away with some strangers she got to buy her drinks. She feels like a babysitter, knowing she isn't able to have fun like Hannah without her getting out of hand and needing assistance.

She also knows she had one too many vodka crans, and the world is beginning to spin and her judgment is beginning to fade. So when an unhappy Hannah marches over to the table Ariana is saving for them, the liquid courage coursing through Ariana's veins is enough for a confrontation.

"Why aren't you dancing with us?" Hannah asks hand on her hip and shoulder jutted out.

"Because we always do what you wanna do. I just wanted to go out to eat tonight," Ariana sounded defeated and pathetic; she knows as soon as the sentence slipped from her mouth, it will have Hannah rolling her eyes and scoffing loudly.

This reaction is mainly because Ariana never stood up to Hannah. She is her quiet wingwoman, backing everything she says with silent support.

"Well, I wanted to go to the club! And you look like a miserable fucking puppy in the corner while I'm having fun," Hannah throws her arms up in dismay, and Ariana backs up a bit. She doesn't want to argue with Hannah, she doesn't want to argue with anyone. Especially because she never found the right words to say in English. Her comebacks are usually slow and childish, making her feel worse about herself.

"I feel like I'm just here to enhance your life, Hannah. Sometimes, maybe, you should compromise—"

"Since when do you hate my life? I pay for yours!" Hannah yells, and Ariana sees red. Ariana never asks for money, never asks for free drinks or free tickets to museums. Ariana could live without Hannah's money, but now she sees clearly. Hannah paid for her things, played with her like a doll, and discarded her when she was done.

"You chienne!" [You bitch!] Ariana yells, feeling hands on her shoulders as she stands up from someone behind her, Niall rushing to intervene. "Je pensais que tu étais mon ami, pas une pute manipulatrice." [I thought you were my friend, not a manipulative whore.] Ariana spits, knowing Hannah could never understand the venom of her words, but at that moment she can't bother translating. It is probably better—she knows she will regret such evil words in the morning.

Hannah starts to laugh. "Remember when I picked you up from the dirt in middle school? Yeah? You sound just as stupid now as you did then."

Tears prick Ariana's eyes as she slumps into the unknown person's chest. She knows exactly who it is, though, when a French voice whispers in her ear, telling her "Let's go" and "Take my jacket".

It is Harry, his eyes not on hers but on Niall's as they speak fast and quietly; she can't understand them over the loud ringing in her ears and Hannah's taunting laugh. They fought before, but nothing like this. Not where Hannah called her stupid or gave her the cold treatment she usually gives ex-boyfriends.

"I thought she was my friend," Ariana pouts with a watery voice as Harry tries to talk to her about their next steps. She isn't listening—she is hysterical and had too much to drink and felt like fainting. She feels like shit, and she knows tomorrow morning she'll be the one apologizing to Hannah, begging for their friendship back.

"—I'm gonna drive you home and Niall's gonna deal with Hannah—" is all she caught from his explanation as she looks over his shoulder to where Niall has Hannah propped up with an arm around her waist. It makes her angry; how come Hannah gets Niall? They are all supposed to be friends, but somehow she is always the odd one out. Wherever she is, she is always the odd one out.

"Ariana, écouter," [Ariana, listen] Harry hisses, snapping Ariana back into reality. "I'm taking you home, okay? Please take my coat, you look freezing." He nudges the suit jacket she didn't notice he was wearing until now—he must've been holding it.

She drapes it over her shoulders silently, feeling like a naughty child being disciplined as he leads her through the club, his back tense and his finger hooked in hers like he is trying to have as little contact with her as possible. "Je suis désolé," [I'm sorry] she murmurs as they wait for the valet to pull the car around, the coat wrapped around her cold body as tightly as possible.

Harry's eyes soften as he looks down at her. "No you're not," he cracks a smile. "She deserved it. And calling her a manipulative whore? Genius,"

Ariana's muscles pull into a smile. His smile is contagious. "She didn't have to call me stupid, though. Seemed a bit unnecessary," Ariana inches closer to his warmth just as his sleek, black Mercedes pulls up. Of course, he drives a C-Class with the windows professionally tinted. Of course. She forgot he has a niche interest in cars, just like Niall.

"Need help getting in?" Harry raises his eyebrows, looking down at her red heels that match her top and the height of the car she will have to climb into.

She scoffs at his suggestion. "No," she says confidently, sauntering up to the car and using the handrest as leverage. Harry is hovering behind her, much to her annoyance. She can do it on her own.

As she grips the handle and tries lurching herself forward, she realizes she might have been a bit overzealous. Her world is spinning, her legs turning to jelly. Luckily, Harry is right behind to catch and help her into the car, his hands burning holes in the fabric of her denim as he lifts her from her hips.

When she is tucked safely in, seat belt clipped and suit jacket draped over her like a blanket, he closes the door and makes his way to the other side. He is quiet as he gets in and starts the car, not wanting to disturb her as she stares dully out the window. Her eyes are open, that much he can tell. And he knows she is thinking hard by the way her hands are curling into the fabric of his jacket and picking at her nails.

"Qu'est-ce qui préoccupe votre esprit?" [What's on your mind?]

Ariana's head snaps over to him. "You don't have to speak in French for me." She starts quietly. "I'm not dumb,"

Harry's hand grips the steering wheel tighter. It hurts him to know she is so upset by Hannah's petty comment—she is misunderstanding him. He speaks French because he knows she likes French. He speaks quietly because he knows she likes serenity. He takes her side because he knows no one sticks up for her.

"I know you're not dumb," Harry says simply. "But if you wanna talk, I'm here." He doesn't want to push her.

Ariana peers over at him. She has plugged in directions to her apartment on the large screen while he is getting her settled, and now the map is warning him of a stop light ahead. He slows—he hopes to hit every red light in New York City just to spend a few extra moments with her.

"I really like romance novels," she says randomly. "And ice cream. And I love when strangers give you a weird quirk in their head when they notice your accent, or when the TV plays that one commercial where the foster children come back twenty years later to visit their foster parents."

Harry cracks a grin. "I love that commercial, too," he agrees.

"And I love painting. It's just my side job though, I'm studying journalism." She explains, knowing she is babbling complete nonsense and Harry probably isn't listening. "Do you love cars?" She is trying to relate.

He nods. "I love fixing cars and when my hands get all greasy. Sometimes it's a little tiring, though. I wish I didn't have to work such long hours, especially in the winter when the shop's freezing." He explains, eyes trained solely on the road ahead of him.

"That makes sense, Niall always complains that his back hurts." She laughs gently. "And your hands are, like, permanently calloused. I think it feels nice," she takes the hand that was lying on the center console, pushing his fingers outward to trace the years of calluses on his palm and fingers.

Harry snorts. "I've tried every lotion that has ever existed. They're permanently cracked and dry and gross," he groans.

"They're not gross!" Ariana protests childishly. "I like that you have scabbed knuckles and strong arms. Makes people not wanna mess with you. Or with me when I'm with you," she is trying to say he makes her feel safe, but she knows now that was premature. She knows this conversation is premature; Harry doesn't care what she loves, and Harry is being courteous in offering her a ride home after a blowout argument with her shitty friend.

"Well fuck, might as well throw out my lotions, then." He jokes, curling his fingers to catch her tiny hand in his. He locks her soft, ring-covered hand in his, warming up her fingers with the warmth of his rough, huge hand. "But—"

He is interrupted by one of Ariana's confessions.

"I also really like dates. With you," she blurts out, the alcohol coursing through her veins bold enough to spit out what she has been thinking of all week.

Just then, the navigation system chirps that their destination has approached and Harry's car slows down to a stall.

"I think you might be a little drunk, Ari," he reasons, finally able to meet her eyes.

Ariana deflates a bit. "I think so too," she relents. "But I'll see you around?"

Harry nods quietly. "Te vois bientôt, amour," he hums. [See you soon, love]

—

Ariana sighs as she stares out the window of the fast-moving subway. In her lap sits two containers. They are both filled with pasta and marinara—something she cooked up earlier that day.

It is a thank you to Niall and Harry; she knows she shouldn't push her relationship with Harry after last night, but she owes him something. He took care of her, he wiped away her tears, he held her hand, he distracted her from her crumbling friendship.

Even if he doesn't want her.

The doors open at the stop of the repair shop they both work at, a gust of freezing wind whipping through the car and forcing her to wrap her tan, long trench coat tighter around her body. Her hair is tucked into her olive green scarf, though the free wisps of chestnut waves fly around her face.

She holds the containers tight to her body, hoping the heat from her belly will keep the pasta warm as she climbs the stairs of the subway, her sneakers squeaking against the concrete. Luckily, the autobody shop is only across the street from the subway stop she uses that gets off near her college campus so her fingers don't turn frosty on the short, quick, awkward walk-jog she does to the warmth of the dirty, greasy shop.

"Ari! What a cool surprise!" Niall's voice rings out in the echoey, concrete covered building. He jumps up from the workbench, dropping an oil-covered rag to jog over to her.

Her face breaks out in a grin—he isn't angry at her from last night. "Hi, Niall," she greets, letting him scoop her up in a tight, bone-crushing hug. "Oh my God, okay, that's good." She pats his shoulder awkwardly, his laugh becoming infectious as he pulls away.

"Did you make Ariana's famous pasta for us?" He gasps, finally laying eyes on the containers now crushed into her jacket from his hug.

Ariana scans the large, open room for Harry as she stutters through the sentence. "Um, actually, this one is—" she stops short when she sees Harry laughing, open-mouthed and happily, at something a beautiful girl with long, blonde hair said. She is sitting just below him, her knees curled to her chest, her hand resting on his knee as he works on a giant red truck.

Her heart drops. "Can we eat it in the break room?" She asks, her eyes snapping back to Niall's.

She feels so stupid, like most days. Of course, Harry has girls hanging off him at all times. Of course, he'd refuse a date if he had a lineup of desperate girls waiting for just a piece of him. He is young, successful, and handsome—not the recipe for a good long-term relationship.

Maybe it is the Parisian in her, but she craves a relationship. She craves a movie night with cuddles and popcorn and no expectations, she craves fancy dates with good food, she craves peeing with the bathroom door open so she can watch their favorite TV show with no interruptions. It is something she never experienced before, something she wants so badly but never has.

Hannah used to make jokes about how horrible her love life was. How nothing more than a one-night stand ever came out of dates or parties. At first, Ariana laughed it off. She's young, she doesn't need to worry about that yet! But now, now Ariana feels like she's missing something.

She follows Niall into the break room, sitting at an empty table with one of her best friends. "Have you spoken to Hannah?" He asks, opening the container and stabbing at a piece of penne with a plastic fork.

Ariana shakes her head. "I know I should, but I just need some space." She sighs, pushing tomatoes around the meal that was supposed to be Harry's. "Maybe later," Ariana frowns, resting her hand on her jaw and slumping over slightly.

Niall leans forward. "Harry's just like that, Ari. He has such horrible communication skills, don't worry about it." He must have noticed Ariana's longing gaze over in his direction, where Harry seemed to not notice her presence.

She sighs. "I should've known, right? That he was like this?" She asks, her lower lip beginning to wobble despite her stoic, strong demeanor.

"I didn't get to warn you," Niall frowns. "And you're so fuckin' awesome and you love so hard, I should've told you he was a player. I'm sorry,"

Ariana shrugs. "It's fine, just a drunk makeout." She demeans her feelings, shoving her heart back down her throat.

"How do you say I'm sorry in French?" Niall asks, his eyes distant as he chews thoughtfully. And there they are, Niall and Ariana—light-hearted best friends who could spend hours talking about absolutely nothing with no deep conversations or heart-heavy discussions that left her feeling drained. Niall, who knew when to stop prying.

"Je suis désolé,"

"Well, Ari, je suis désolé,"

part two

#harry styles #harry styles love on tour #lana del rey #france #romance story #love story #ifthen #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles series #harry styles one shot #romance #commitment lost

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celebtf · 10 months ago

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Golf with Niall

It was a sunny day outside and I was talking a walk in the city. The sun beat down with intense heat and I felt the need to drink water, but there was no shop or waterstand nearby.

I walked a little longer in the intense heat, I finally saw a white tent, so I walked towards the tent and it was part of this budle of tents .

As I was walking around at the location I saw it, this was a Compition in Golf, I know nothing about golf but I needed water that was for sure.

As I was walking towards the waterstand, I saw him, That was Niall horan walking past me " What do I do, do I follow or not " I took to seconds to think and later started following Niall to his trailer, he's ofc a Vip guest so he gets something a little more fancy.

I followed Niall a bit till he got to his Trailer, and I was not far behind him, he didn't close the door all the way so I saw my chance so I took it and opened the door without really thinking what I was doing.

The Shower was running, I could here that, Niall was singing in the shower so he probably didn't here me opening the door. Niall had left his clothes out here on the couch, I couldn't help it, I went for it and took a look, I found his underwear, socks, tight pants, a shirt and watch, perfect that's all I need. I started sniffing Nialls underwear and took of my pants, I needed to be fast.

My clothes were off and I stood there nude and put Niall's sweaty underwear on, they felt amazing against my naked ass, I took his shirt and put it on next with his Pants too.

I could see it happening, my arms grew bigger and more hairy, I felt this pain in my back and legs, I was growing. My hair got shorter and a more blond tone, when I looked in the mirror I could see my face change, I was Niall.

The shower was turned off, and out came Niall with a towel around his waist, I took a golf club from the bag and hit him. I started dressing Niall in my own clothes, started with my underwear and socks, I could see his dick shrink and hair grew black and messy, Niall himself shrinked and his face changed.

" Ouch what happend? " the accent was american and in a deep voice. " Hii Niall " I said with my new brittish accent " I would love to chat but I got a golf game to get ready for". I tied niall up with handcuffs and a ballgag and satt down at the table with a mirror.

I snapped a few pics getting ready " This body is so hot, I am so hot "

I took out the golf clothes from my new bag and put them on " Niall this pants are so tight, you can really see everything and this leather glove on your... I mean my hand are looking so hot laughed and left Niall in the trailer and went out and played the game.

" Hii Niall I'm back " he was in the same place as I left him. " This pants and your.. I mean my new body just made me so horny out on the field" I took out the ballgag from his mouth " Let's see how you like sucking yourself " I laughed..

#body swap #celebrity tf #celebtf #transformation #niall horan #gay #golf #malebody swap #body transformation #1d #male body suit

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thedevilinmybrain · 1 year ago

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ooo i kind of need my itch of a cheating fic, scratched. maybe a married louis, teacher harry fic hmm

"H! H!" Rollie comes bounding up the front stone steps of the school building, a long bundle of purple clovers clutched in his little fist. Dirt spills out from the long roots, a plethora of small clumps stuck across his jumper, down onto his pants.

"Oh, hello darling. What have you got here?" Hitching his long skirt up his legs, Harry squats down, offering out his arms for Rollie to curl into. He hugs Harry tight, part of their morning greeting, before he thrusts the bouquet nearly into Harry's nose.

"Papa said you liked flowers so I brought you some." Rollie shakes them violently, petals and dirt clumps flying.

"What I actually said is that if he wanted, we could get you some flowers. From the shop." Louis strolls up behind his son, shining aviators perched on his nose, grin casual and wide. Around them, some of the mothers from the PTA sigh in longing.

"Oh, well," Harry can't help the way he blushes, sure the evidence is on his face as he stands, taking the flowers from the toddler. "Either way is still a kindness. Thank you so much, Roly-Poly. Why don't you head on in? Mr. Niall is putting breakfast out and I am pretty sure he saved you an apple juice."

Immediately, the four year old gives a shout, his little legs carrying him into the school house. He barely remembers to give a way and shout of goodbye to his father who watches all of it with a raised eyebrow and a grin. Once they're alone, Louis pushes his sunglasses into his hair, stepping forward with a slow, friendly sort of sway of his hips.

"I see you're wearing a dress today. Looks good on you," Louis murmurs,that devilishly cocky way about him that makes Harry's mind go to places he really shouldn't.

"Considering the number you did on my thighs two days ago, I didn't think trousers were such a good idea." Harry answers, keeps his voice low so Angie Martin - the snake that she is - won't overhear as she marches her son inside.

"You don't sound sorry." Louis reaches out, means to brush the lace panel on the front of Harry's sundress but catches himself just in time, feigning it as a swat of a bug. "You didn't sound very sorry when it was happening either."

"I rarely engage in things I feel sorry for," Harry answers, smirks at the widening of Louis' eyes, the ruddy way his cheeks go pink. "I'm not doing anything wrong, am I? Just some extracurricular activities?"

"Extra credit," Louis flirts back, easy and soft. "You offered me extra credit if I came over, remember?"

"Right." Harry grins, flicks his hair over his shoulder. He doesn't have time to prolong this, made even more apparent as the final bell rings. He turns on his heel, dismissive and carry, only turning back at the last moment to give Louis a wide grin.

"Guess you're going to have to tell the wife that you're staying late to work on that special project again. And I'd suggest telling her not to wait up. I plan on it taking a long, long time."

#writing prompts

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Live on tour 😂. Niall horan Harry cosplay already on full display . I’m sure he had his notepad out when he went to Harry’s show last year and very likely rewatches them over and over. Now what will be wild is seeing how his cropped monkey jackets and pants will be made to copy Harry. He already has the beads and cardigans Harry wore during the press rounds.. He might even full on go with Harry’s live on tour fits instead… What a ridiculous sight that will be.lol

He can't get away with the tight outfits Harry wears. If he just wears trousers that fit him that will be an 100% improvement.

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greeneyesfriedrice · 2 years ago

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19 then

hi baby

Harry doesn't really like Halloween.

He never really enjoyed trick-or-treating much, not to mention the feeling that anyone could murder him at any point and get away with it. So it was never really his thing.

But, he now has a boyfriend that loves the holiday, and goes all out every year.

Louis didn't tell Harry what he was going to be, only told Harry to dress as an angel. Harry made a dumb joke ("Am I not one already?") and Louis didn't laugh, no matter how much he wanted to. He did get kissed though, so that's a win.

Harry's at Niall's party, waiting for a specific boy to enter the room. Except, he has no idea what to look for since Louis could literally be anything. Hell, he could be in this room right now and Harry would have no idea.

But then, he sees a costume, and he just knows.

Louis is dressed in a loose red cloth shirt, three thick, black, plastic chains circling his waist. His pants are black and oh so tight, the boots on his feet giving him a few inches of height making him almost taller than Harry. There's an upside down cross earring hanging from his earlobe. And to top off the entire costume, there's two large squiggly black horns spouting from Louis' hair.

"You're Satan." Harry states once Louis is in earshot. Louis' smile is so wide as he wiggles his eyebrows, eyeing up Harry in his costume (who, let's be honest, didn't even really try. He found a silk white dress and a cheap pair of angel wings and a yellow halo. He won't be winning any contest anytime soon.)

"I am, and you are my sweet little angel." Louis brings their lips together, "And I can't wait to wreck you later."

send me a number and I'll write a drabble using that sentence

#ok yeah Im getting sleepy #so this is prob my last one #sorry #sunni #mail #drabble

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me studying business was actually sort of an accident...i kinda panicked and picked a major because i needed one...and now i love what i'm studying :)

i'm obsessed with candles (who isn't??) so I love that!! i tried getting into making candles once...and it was a disaster 😂

i've sent so many asks today and somehow none of them included any thirst for our boys, but i was really feeling Niall today. i think i deserve cuddles with him that end with his hand down my pants, his fingers inside of me, and him whispering in my ear that i'm such a good girl for him because i really do constantly crave validation.

-🤘

a happy coincidence, love that for you !! something inside you knew to go down that route 😊

candles 😅 there’s definitely a learning curve to making them ! i started making some for myself long before covid but it took a long long time to get it to a point that i was comfortable selling them. but i was burning through so many, it became a necessity 😂 literally used to spend like $400 every few months just on candles

ugh 🥵 nialler. a good couch cuddle where his hand is just innocently rubbing your thigh, until it’s not. and then it’s just “can’t help myself pet,” while his fingers make their way down your pants, only to feel that you’re already wet. “s’my good girl, always ready for me, hmm ?” while two of fingers delve inside of you, your back arching slightly at the intrusion, his fingertips curled into your sweet spot, rubbing tight circles. 😩 i want himmmmm

#asks #🤘anon

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nialljamesxo · 8 months ago

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niall: that first night in dublin certainly had a little special oomph to it. can't really put my finger on it but something about it was just right. what kind of lad gives it all away immediately? i'm a man of mystery, love. not knowing what's coming is half the fun and you won't be able to get me to talk. especially when you're not here with me. cheers for the heads up, i'll know to delete those without listening to them. xo niall: leather pants and a tight shirt. that combo seems to be a hit with the crowd, though peeling meself out of those pants at the end of the night is a pain in the arse. the things i do to make my fans happy. don't think i could pull off the knee pads look, unfortunately. suppose i just have to keep the hip shimmying instead. niall: oi, it's not just pub culture. we didn't even get to eat all the irish delicacies, like gas station food. mind you, i've also taken capaldi home and survived that, so i reckon you'd be an easier guest. niall: if you aren't feeling inspired, don't reckon you can force it. being stuck indoors feeling miserable doesn't seem like the magic ticket to being productive but that's just me. i can be very inspiring, just try me. hm, gentleman and a bad girl...i think i've seen this movie before, sounds hot. xo

Dove: was it? well i'm glad that i could give you a little bit of inspiration to make the show the best it could be 😉 what surprises? come on now, niall. you can't just give me that little hint and then say i get nothing out of you. so unfair. i won't bat my eyelashes but i will send you voice notes of me crying. Dove: the leather pants are such a look. i love them. any outfit that you've pulled out so far - hot. please keep up with this amazing styling for the rest of the tour. maybe you need to bring in knee pads or something, though. will ruin the illusion but hey. Dove: i saw plenty. mainly inside of pubs, but i feel that's a very irish thing. walked away very informed of the culture. you planning on taking me home? sounds dangerous. but if i get stories about wee niall, i'm down. Dove: all work and no play makes people very dull or whatever that saying is. i can't be stuck recording all the time. would actually drive me insane. you being my muse? mhm, we'll see about that. you might be a gentleman but who said i was a lady?

#* . ⊹ text message ⊹ › dove cameron

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undertheniall · 6 years ago

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BUSINESSMAN 😍

#BUSINESSMAN IN TIGHT ASS PANTS #YUUUM #niall horan #my post #my gifs

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stylessupremacy · 2 years ago

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Toronto II

If you liked this piece please consider liking, reblogging, recommending, and talking to me about this piece! This is what motivates and makes me want to write! Everything you do is appreciated! :)

Warnings: Mentions of unprotected sex & language

We all know Harry is obsessed with Y/n by this point, right? He’s always wanting to be in her. And we all know Harry loves the role he plays in the bedroom - or this case the bathroom.

“C’mon Y/n,” Harry murmured, tugging on Y/n’s hand, “We’ll be fine.” Y/n snorted, trailing behind Harry hand in hand, “What happened the last time we tried to do this? Jeff and Anthony literally caught us.”

Shutting the door behind them both - and remembering to lock it this time - Harry had Y/n pinned against it in seconds.

“Yeah?” Harry nipped at her ear. “Well, they won’t this time. Told them to give me s’time with my girl.”

Harry continued trailing kisses and love bites along Y/n’s exposed neck - Y/n tangling her fingers through his messy curls.

Clashing their lips together Y/n reached for the hem of his shirt, while he did the same to hers; tugging them both off and discarding them on the floor - doing the same for their pants and undergarments.

“Harry,” Y/n moaned as they stepped into the steaming shower. He was kissing down her body leaving love bites on her chest and stomach.

“Shhh, darling.” Harry left one final kiss above her mound. “Just let me warm y’up.”

He ran his fingers between her wet folds, “S’wet for me already huh?”

Y/n whimpered, arching her back forward to get more friction. Harry was collecting her juices for an easy entry with his fingers, while he went back to her chest - sucking, pinching, and massaging her nipples and boobs.

Harry tsked, removing his mouth from her nipple where he was gently sucking and biting it. “You're such a slut huh? Just aching for my cock?”

Without warning, Harry plunged his fingers into her. Curling them, giving her a pleasurable sensation coursing through her body.

“Maybe I shouldn’t ‘ave been this nice.” Harry lowly spoke, continuing the in and out motion with his fingers. “Could’ve just shoved m’whole thick cock up your pussy.”

Y/n always liked it when Harry would open her up first before making his way in - she wouldn’t be as sore the next day.

Even though Harry always cared about how Y/n was feeling during sex, sometimes Harry’s dominant side would overpower when Y/n was being exceptionally bratty.

Secretly Y/n loved it.

Harry pulled his fingers out, the water rinsing her juices off so he could not suck them.

“Turn around.” Harry gruffly spoke towards Y/n. His aching cock waiting to feel any sort of relief.

Harry lined his long shaft up with her entrance and eased his way in. He moaned at the tightness her walls entranced around his cock.

“Fucking hell.” Harry rocked his hips into her, keeping a firm grip on her plush hips.

Y/n whined when Harry’s shaft was hitting her g-spot. “Har- Harry right there.”

A chuckle escaped Harry's lips, “Darling y’act like this is my first rodeo.”

Harry continued pushing his hips into Y/n - building the knots in both their stomachs.

“Harry, m’bout to come.” Harry’s thrust getting longer and sloppier by the second, “It’s okay. I’ll pull out. Don’t worry.”

Feeling Y/n release, Harry was shortly after her - quickly pulling out before any mistakes.

“Remember that time when Niall caught us?” Y/n asked, a small smile forming on her face as she caught her breath.

Harry chuckled, reaching for the soap to clean the both of them off.“Yeah, how could I forget?”

“C’mon Y/n, we’ll be quick!” Harry whispered, dragging Y/n with him to the bathroom.

Y/n had joined Harry and the rest of the One Direction band for there ‘On The Road Tour’ - not knowing it would be their last.

Harry and Y/n quickly hopped in the shower wanting to make their activities quick before Harry’s manager came to find them or one of the other boys.

Harry quickly got Y/n opened up a bit and got inside of her.

“Har-” Y/n started to moan but quickly stopped when she heard the door open. Harry stopped mid-thrust to peak his head out.

“Niall? What are you doing here?” Harry asked, trying to play cool, but was freaking out because he could see Y/n’s panties laying on the bathroom floor.

Out in the open for anybody to see.

Niall stuttered, realizing what he walked in on. “So- sorry the door was cracked and I was told to come and get you for a meeting.”

“It’s fine,” Harry huffed. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be there.” Niall nodded, scurrying off like his pants were on fire - quickly shutting the door behind him.

“Darling, m’so sorry to cut this short. I’ll definitely treat you tonight since you’ve been my good little girl waiting patiently.”

Y/n was very agitated and upset with Harry. More like jealousy if you asked Harry.

He was about to go and watch his opening act with a hoodie and just a towel hanging low on his hips.

What if the towel accidentally slipped? Plus all the fans would probably figure out he just fucked his girlfriend before he's about to perform.

Y/n quickly grabbed his arm before he walked out of his dressing room, “Harry, you can’t wear that.”

“Why not?” He questioned, not understanding where his girlfriend was coming from.

“What if the fans see you? What if the towel slips?” She rambled off.

“Y/n calm down. Y’know you're the only girl I want. Y’know I only belong to you and y’belong to me,” He huffed out. “Besides, been with y’for seven years.”

“Your pussy is the only one that I would ever want to taste,” He whispered in her ear so Jeff would not hear him. “And it's the perfect fit for my cock.”

Even though Jeff has a pretty good idea of what goes on behind closed doors - due to the thin walls.

“Fine,” Y/n sighed. “Y’sure you don’t want to come with me?” Harry asked double-checking.

“I’m okay, thanks.” Y/n had to get ready for his show. She had yet to do her hair and makeup due to their lengthy activity that had just taken place.

Later that night throughout the show, Y/n got over jealousy.

Harry was right, they have been together for seven years and they are stronger than ever. She doesn't know why she ever doubted anything.

Y/n and Harry had some rocky bumps throughout their relationship, but they were still able to get over those hurdles.

Harry would have never been able to write the songs he has if it wasn’t for Y/n and their relationship - or their sex.

Harry will forever be grateful that he met Y/n. Without her, he wouldn’t be where he is today nor be the person he is today.

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makeupinthedrawer · 3 years ago

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all i want

niall x shy!fem!reader

going home to ireland with niall for the holidays

a/n: ik it’s been two months since i posted i’m sorry lovlies :( i hope you like this though :)!!!

word count: 2.8k

upcoming content: fluff, mentions of anxiety, minor swear words

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niall looked over and felt his stomach swoop low at the sight before him. blankets tucked up to your chin, face dimly lit up by the small lights overhead, casting a warm glow on your soft features, allowing him to study the slope of your nose, eyelashes against your cheeks, slightly parted lips, it was his favorite pastime.

he reached over and let his hand trail over your shoulder, gently taking you out of the grasp of sleep. “love, you need’ta wake up for me.”

your brows furrowed, eyes still heavy with sleep, “have we landed already?”

a soft smile spread across his face at your sleepy voice, “almost, love.” and the plane rumbled, proving his point. you turned your head towards him, finally opening your eyes. a short gasp escaped you at how close he was, and you immediately felt yourself get dizzy with love all over again as you studied his irises for the millionth time, counting the gold specks that shine within the blue.

“ah there ya are, sleepy girl”

“sleepy girl?” you responded, eyes still blurry with drowsiness.

“mm-hmm” niall pushed the seat divider up and wrapped his strong arm around you, and you revelled in the newfound warmth and weight. “y’slept the entire flight, that makes you sleepy girl. it’s gonna be a bitch for you to get to bed tonight.”

you cleared your throat a couple times and tried to wake yourself up as you and niall sat in the silence, huddled together in the small private cabin, until the flight attendant announced you’d land in just minutes. a gasp erupted from niall, any sense of slumber escaping him, as he reached over your frame and tore open the window. the sunshine took you by surprise but you followed niall’s wonderstruck gaze towards the mass amount of green, dublin airport pulling into view.

lwe’re here,” he spoke, his voice filled with so much unbridled happiness you felt your heart swell, “welcome to the best country on earth, baby”

———

in fact, the feelings swirling through his entire being could only be described as adoration. you pressed against the window of the car, bundled up in every sweater and jacket niall could squeeze onto you before you lost the ability to move,

“niall this is ridiculous!” you exclaimed, voice muffled by the scarf wrapped tight around your neck

“darling, please, its going to be fucking freezing over there! i’m only looking out for you.”

“i can’t even walk!” to prove your point you tried to waddle your way towards him standing in front of the closet and nearly lost your balance

“alright, alright, i guess we can get rid of the snow pants.”

the town he still knew like the back of his hand going by behind you… the two things he loved the most, his country and his girl, coming together, was almost too much to handle and he had to swallow back the lump in his throat.

“tomorrow, i can show you ‘round, we passed the book store a couple minutes back, dunno if you saw it, but it's not a long walk.”

you merely nodded and continued to look out the window, the sights niall pointed out seemed fuzzy as your mind was occupied with anxiety. you’ve talked to niall’s mum over the phone countless of times, his dad too, a few skype’s here and there- and his cousins and childhood best friend quickly became your friends too after you and niall started going out- but being a part of the horan family christmas was filling you with nerves you never thought you’d have because of something related to niall.

“what’re you thinking about, love?” you snapped your heads towards him, noses brushing as his lips rested at your ear. “it’s nothing, ni. don’t worry about it.”

he furrowed his brows and tucked a finger under your chin, keeping your gaze on him as you tried to turn your head away. “nothing is nothing when it comes to you, talk t’me.” he emphasized, pushing his nose against your cheek.

he spoke so lowly, so gently, and he was so close that no matter where you looked, you were met with him. “i- i’m just nervous, to meet your family.” it all came out in one breath. “what if they don’t like me, or if i do that weird stuttery thing, oh my god i’ll just die of embarrassment.”

“what the fuck are you going on about? that’s nonsense, of course they’re going to like you, you’re my best girl.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the fact that the car was slowing down and looked down at your pants.

“oi, what��s the eye roll for missy?”

“you’re only saying that because i’m your girlfriend…”

“…yeah…” he replied confusedly, “you are my girlfriend, because i love you. and i wouldn’t have you come meet my family if i didn’t think you were ready for it, if we were ready for it.”

your annoyance quickly dwindled as you looked up at your boyfriend, your soft gaze rosying his cheeks as the taxi pulled up outside the house.

“ ‘sides, if anyone should be worried about being embarrassed it‘s me… let’s just hope me ma put away the church boy photos” he muttered under his breath, holding the car door open for you.

you gasped as you grabbed your bag from the trunk, “oh my god no! niall you have to show me every single baby photo there is of you, i swear to god.”

niall scowled down at you as he took the suitcase out your hand, “not a chance!”

“baby, yes! i can’t believe i never even thought about the treasure trove of pictures i’d get to see! were you an altar boy?”

niall trudged through the snow, each hand pulling a suitcase, avoiding your stare, but the redness that coated his ears gave his stoic demeanor away.

“you were! oh this is going to be amazing!!” you exclaimed, linking your arm in his and walking up to the front door. niall smiled down at the change in attitude. he’d show you every damn photo of him as an altar boy, or with diapers on his head, or with crooked teeth and hair that was much too bleached, if it meant you’d smile like that.

he knew it was going to be loud, and he was going to be pulled every each way to catch up with family members he hasn’t seen in months. for the first hour, you were glued to his side, greeting every aunt and uncle with a shaky handshake and a soft “it’s nice to meet you.” niall looked at you with moony eyes each time which got called out by his relatives, but they all had knowing smiles on their faces, that you were going to be forever.

as dinner started, you branched out more, finding conversation in his cousin annie, having a compliment battle with each other. and now, surrounded by his cousins and childhood friends, his nth beer in his hand, he scoured the room to try and find you.

“aww, nialler looking for his girl?”

niall took a swig of beer, ignoring his cousin's drunken teasing.

“avoiding the question, it must be pretty serious” conor wooed, the boys erupting in exaggerated awws and whipping noises.

“oi, enough of that boys!” maura snapped, the grown men still obeying the command from the woman who looked after them for so many years.

“ha ha!” niall smugly laughed, earning himself a slap in the back of his head.

“ma! yer supposed to be on my side!”

“i’m on the side of that young lady over there, who seems like she might need rescuing from your father! he’s brought out the photo album.”

niall shot up and barreled straight towards you, cringing as he saw the plethora of baby photos of him in your hand.

“niall this is the best day of my life!” you squeaked, adding his year four school photo to your growing collection.

“t’ank ya dad, i really appreciate this” niall remarked sarcastically, only to be met with a scoff from the two of you.

“it wasn’t my idea, son! it was your mam’s!”

“oh i’m sure it was. cmon baby, for my sanity we need to stop before you reach the blonde chapter.” which only made your eyes shine brighter.

“don’t worry love, i’ll mail them to you in the post”

“i’ll be expecting them! thank you for tonight!” you said to his dad, bending down to give him a hug and his whisper of “welcome to the family” didn’t escape niall.

you liked your fingers with niall’s and he gave your hand a squeeze in question, you squeezed his hands back, letting him know you’re okay. it was something you guys came up with when you first started going public.

“taking her away from us so soon, mate?” mully called, santa hat sitting skewed on his head.

“blink twice if he’s kidnapping you, love, yeah?” deo joined in making you laugh.

“don’t know WHAT you see in him y/n!”

“leave him alone, it’s the holidays, let them have thier fun.” mully winked and covered his eyes.

niall laughed loudly, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the implication as he tucked you under his arm and led you up the stairs, letting you pause and coo at the baby photos that littered the wall.

he opened his door, sighing at his childhood bedroom being exactly how he left it. you flopped on the bed and wrapped yourself up in his comforter, only your eyes peering up at him. he sent you a soft, love stricken smile, or maybe it hadn’t left his face all night.

“any room for a lad in there?” he asked, his sweater and trousers coming off with swiftness. you lifted the blanket and he slid in next to you, his arm wrapping around you immediately as he pulled you into his side.

“did you have fun tonight, lover?” he asked, his tone riddled with anxiety. he loved his family more than anything, but he loved you so much it scared him sometimes, and he didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t like them.

“it was so much fun, i ate too much though”

he tssked at that as you continued “but i love them already, even if i couldn’t understand them half the time”

niall let out a laugh and you burrowed your face into his chest, “strong accents we have, yeah. you’ll need to get used to it because they love you, baby, don’t think they ever want you to leave. especially annie, t’ink you guys are best friends now”

“you really think they liked me, ni?”

he thought back to the conversation his dad had with him as you were playing cars with theo, about how much he liked you, and how niall better not fuck this up. a smirk played on his lips at the memory, “i know they loved you, darling. not as much as i do though”

you giggled again, the sound cutting through the cold air and your eyes shut as his familiar scent overtook you. “wait, baby, before y’go to sleep. i wanna give you your present.”

“now? what about tomorrow morning?”

niall sat you up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and then reached under the bed, pulling out a silver bag. “as much as i love ‘em down there, there are some things i just want between us. is that okay?” he asked, his voice so loving that you nodded automatically. how could you ever deny him anything?

“i hope you like it, its not much, but-“

you cut him off before he could continue, “oh shush ni”

you pulled out the long velvet box, opening the top and a gold bracelet shined up at you, leannán, engraved in the pendant. you ran your fingers over the lettering, taking in the beautiful piece of jewelry.

“it’s lover… that’s what it says, in irish.”

you gasped and looked up at him and he didn’t meet your eye. “niall, look at me”

his head snapped up at you, his blue eyes swallowed by his dilated pupils, “it’s beautiful, the most beautiful thing i own, thank you lover.”

his stare bored into yours as he pressed his forehead to yours, “anything for you, lover.”

the romantic atmosphere clouded around you and you could live in it forever, but you still had your gift to give to niall, and you were really excited. his arms reached out for you as you slid off the bed and you smiled at the sight before you. he looked so small, hair fluffy and flat against his head, legs tucked under each other, in nothing but his boxers as his baby blanket was spread across his lap, yet he took up so much space, in any room he was in, he was the only thing you could keep your eyes on.

you reached into your suitcase, finding the green and red wrapped box and your heart sank as the pieces inside rattled. you silently prayed that the present you put so much thought into wasn’t ruined but your suspicions were confirmed when you ripped the top off the box, not paying attention to niall’s attentive stare on you. the little silver sphere was smashed.

your eyes immediately watered as the shards of glass sat in your palms, broken and painful, exactly how you and this situation felt at the moment.

“oh ni, i’m so sorry”

niall scooted closer to you on the bed, his knees bumping into yours, as he looked down at the cracked figurine.

“i swear i wrapped it up properly i don’t know what happened, it was a replica of the moon the day we went to that launch, and i swear, it was super detailed and everything and now its all ruined”

niall’s mouth fell open a little as he took in the remaining pieces, tuning the rest of your stuttered apology out. he remembered that day perfectly, the day his friend over at Nasa flew to the space station, he remembered how excited he was when they played his song before take off, how he nearly broke his neck looking from the rocket to you, childish joy coursing through his veins. that was back in may, you must have been working on this for months.

“and i can get you something new, i promise-“ your voice cracked over your words, head down, unable to look into his eyes but the gold bracelet taunted you as it sat on your wrist.

before you could choke out any more sentiments, niall tipped your chin up and placed a fleeting kiss on your lips. and then another. and another. covering your face in hard presses of his lips, his fingers slowly removing the glass from yours and setting it on the comforter behind him.

“no, niall you don’t understand-“

“i understand perfectly, angel, and i’m so grateful” he whispered against the crown of your head as he continued to press kisses down to your jaw.

“b-but i don’t have anything to give you” you meekly replied, eyes glassy.

niall looked down at you and his heart melted and bled onto the expanse of his chest. you were such a giver, it was in your nature, to give people your time and love without hesitation. it was one of the things he loved most about you, but you coming with him to his home, the place he loves most in the entire world -save for when he’s by your side- playing with his little cousins, and listening to his da and uncles tell you every embarrassing story of him they could think of, it was all more than enough. it was enough to make him want to bring heaven down to earth for you, for you were his angel. and crying over a broken present, not because it was a waste of your time and money, but because you didn’t have any present for him, made him look at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

and he told you just that, the redness of your face going from sadness to love as he showered you in declarations of his love, pushing you back on his childhood bed (that was too small for two people, leaving niall with his calves hanging off the bed, but he didn't mind) and kissing his devotion into you, for it was too much for him to say, as the twinkling lights of mullingar at christmas time shone through the window.

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allwaswell16 · 2 years ago

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~A Dramatic Louis Fic Rec~

A very special fic rec of dramatic Louis fics as requested in this ask where I get roasted in my own inbox lol. You can find my other fic recs here! Happy reading!

-Larry-

You You You by @isthatyoularry (M, 137k)

“Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown,” read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly. “Is that…?” Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like... "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" "Louis," Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. "You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction."

Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction.

An Amazing Race Around the World (And to my Heart) by Thingssicant / @sunflowervolh (E, 89k)

“This year marks our thirtieth race around the world, thirty seasons of teams bound by friendship, family, and even some people who just band together for the chance at the prize. But this year, we want to remove that dynamic,” Phil said, rubbing his hands together gently.

The cameras were whirring around them, trying to get every shocked face and gasp from the teams. Louis could feel a ringing in his ears, a new nervousness he hadn’t felt during the entire journey to this competition.

He was sweating more now, more than he could blame on the California sun, as Phil started to read the names of the new teams, the members hugging their loved ones before joining a complete stranger in their new allotted spot.

Or an Amazing race Hate to Lovers au

Sometimes You Just Know by @2tiedships2 (M, 33k)

“Dear diary. Today is going to be a good day, and here’s why...”

“What are you doing?” Louis mumbled as he bit into a piece of toast.

“It’s been almost two years and today Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson reunite. Louis is very excited about…”

Louis’ chair screeched along the kitchen floor as he flew up out of his seat, quickly grabbing the paper from Niall’s grasp. As he scanned the page he found it amounted to lines of nothing.

“What is this?” Louis asked again. “We’ve discussed how Harry Styles will never be spoken of in this flat. I don’t care how long it’s been.”

Niall snatched the paper from Louis and proceeded to draw a line across the page before writing.

“Today is the day that he-who-shall-not-be-named is coming to dinner.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis don’t believe in soulmates… until they do.

A Cuddle Guide, courtesy of Louis by MyEnglishRose / @lwtisloved (T, 23k)

Louis is someone who’s pretty needy and, without being dramatic, would probably die if he didn’t get enough attention during the day, that much he is aware of. Moving in with four boys whose personalities seem to clash with each other and who don’t seem too keen on being affectionate with each other appeared to be a bad move on Louis’ part. He sets a plan, and a guide for himself for this to change.

He just wanted cuddles and for that to become normal. He didn’t really expect to somehow make everyone in the flat so co-dependent on each other and end up with a boyfriend either. But maybe he should have, really.

OR: Platonic Louis-centric OT5 fluff with side Larry and a lot of cuddles and platonic fun

it would take a miracle by bravefortheboys (E, 23k)

In which Niall is the world's greatest sword fighter who's after the son-of-a-bitch that killed his father, Liam is a misunderstood fighter with a heart of gold, Prince Zayn doesn't want to hurt a soul, Harry is the most patient Farm Boy to ever walk the earth, Louis just wants to live a simple life, and somehow everything works out in the end because we're dealing with true love. You think this happens every day?

(AU based on The Princess Bride with the same amount of cheesiness and action but a significantly higher amount of curse words and penis jokes)

i'm a captain on a jealous sea by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (E, 15k)

It’s not that Louis doesn’t like Nick. He is, if he’s being honest, kind of indifferent. Louis gets that Nick is just doing his job most of the time, being loud and prying, not having boundaries. But it’s just a little too much for Louis’ taste. Louis, who has learned over the years, when to be loud and when to know that coy is the game. But, it doesn’t matter really. He’s not required to like everyone, doesn’t have to make nice with them outside of having a camera shoved in his face. He can let Nick be Nick and it shouldn’t affect Louis at all.

Except.

What Louis actually has a problem with is the way Nick Grimshaw looks at Harry.

This Play Between The Sheets by Harriet1dfan (E, 15k)

Louis: I'm on the bus to meet Harry, if I haven't texted you back in three hours I'm either dead or I've been sold into a sex-trade ring xxHarry: Hi, this is Harry so I'm pretty sure that message wasn’t meant for me. And don't worry, I have no current plans to kill or sell you. See you in five minutes.

Or the totally gratuitous BDSM fic where Louis' is a drama queen and gets far too excited to pay attention to who he's texting.

Like a Walk in the Park by @helloamhere (T, 11k)

Louis needs a million dollars, needs a full redo and apology for Mass Effect 3, needs to redeem his birthday massage certificate. Louis does not need to sit exposed under an open sky and control his facial muscles for hours on end in front of his horrible helpless crush and three most merciless (best) friends. But Zayn is running out to the living room to hide all the controllers, so he’s got no freaking choice.

//or, OT5 has a park day. Louis will probably survive.

baby we’re the new romantics (come on, come along with me) by loustyles2828 (T, 6k)

Louis keeps getting cakes, and he’s certainly not in love with his best mate.

Three Hundred Cupcakes Later by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow (G, 5k)

Louis finds Christmas parties usually too boring or too rowdy. Nothing in between. And this one was definitely bordering on lame... Until he spotted the most handsome man watching him.

I'll Be There by @allwaswell16 (E, 5k)

Louis is less than thrilled to find out his roommate has coerced his nemesis to check on him whilst he's sick in bed. However, Harry seems to take great pleasure in taking care of Louis. Maybe this green smoothie drinking, hot yoga instructing, hair in a bun wearing, pretentious art history studying wanker isn’t so bad after all.

On Monday, Louis thinks Harry's a twat. By Friday, he's thinking of reasons for him to stay.

Love on the b(rain) by TeamLouis (G, 4k)

During a stormy night, when Louis realizes that his precious dog has escaped the house, he has no other choice than calling his ex-husband. Well, ex-husband may be a little too much and maybe Louis is a little dramatic. But stormy nights always get people closer, right?

The Kids Aren't All Right by EmmyLouWho (G, 3k)

Two university students. One left-handed desk.

ft: Louis being very dramatic, muffins, and Shakespeare.

Neapolitan by foxandbee (NR, 3k)

It’s as he’s lying there on the hard, sticky tiles that it dawns on Louis that maybe this wasn’t the best course of action. He could’ve just left the store before the boy came back. But then he’d never be able to show his face in here again and the pretty boy would be left for all eternity thinking that Louis is a weirdo. Louis pouts at that idea. He could’ve just waited for the boy, apologised, and explained that choosing just one ice-cream was so hard, what with their bountiful array of flavours. But no. Louis always has to go for the most dramatic option doesn’t he? He just can’t be a normal human.

Or the story where Harry's a pretty boy in an ice-cream parlour and Louis embarrasses himself.

If I Can't Have You by Janie_17 (T, 2k)

After Harry turns him down, going out for Karaoke is the last thing Louis wants to do, but his friends are persuasive. When Harry shows up with Nick Grimshaw in tow, his evening goes from bad to worse. But will his choice of song manage to turn things around?

-Rare Pairs-

Pretty Little Plaything by Phillipa19 (Zayn/Louis, E, 55k)

Louis is Zayn's little toy, his precious pet, to play with and keep safe. Zayn is a millionaire and has a lot of work to do he can't always be around to entertain his young lover. Louis's insecurity about losing Zayn's interest means he ends up lying to the older man. How will Zayn react?

driver's license by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment (Zayn/Louis, T, 6k)

“I said to turn left.” “No, you said to turn right.” Louis has no idea what he actually said, but who cares? He’s tired of this superior tone. “Are you seriously arguing with your examiner right now?” See, that’s exactly what Louis is talking about. The guy—Zayn, or whatever—pointedly waits for an answer, and Louis scoffs. “Doesn’t matter who you are, does it? I still know what I heard, and you said ‘right’.” Or: Louis is taking the exam to get his driver’s licence for the 3rd time (okay, sue him), and the examiner keeps getting under his skin. When they suddenly get stranded in the middle of a snow storm, they have to learn to cooperate.

#ficrec #1dficvillage #tracksintheam #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dsource #quelsentiment #larryyouknow #helloamhere #isthatyoularry #thedevilinmybrain #sunflowervolh #2tiedships2 #lwtisloved

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 3 years ago

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Roxy's Record Store (Part 4)**^

Guys, this is the second to last part! It has some baby smut and it's kind of angsty! But I assure you all that it gets better:)

WC: 8.9K

Read Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

When Harry woke up it was with his arms squeezing tight around a warm body. Y/N’s warm body. She hummed as she slowly woke up and Harry started thinking about their conversation a few hours before and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed at everything he let spill. He had an urge to run away before she was fully awake. He loosened his hold around her and she groaned softly before squeezing her own hand around his forearm gently.

“You better not be planning on slipping away before I’m fully conscious.” She mumbled.

“I just need a wee.” He whispered hoarsely.

“Liar.” She grumbled and he smiled as he slipped into her bathroom. Soon he was coming back and she was turned towards him as he stepped up to the bed, “Do you feel better today?” She asked and he nodded, “Good.” She hummed.

“I umm, I have to be in the studio today, so I need to go soon.” He informed.

“Yeah, no worries.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” He said quietly as he sat on her bed, “For everything.” He finished and she sat up.

“M’here for you, always.” She said firmly with a small smile on her lips.

“I know.” He responded, taking her hand and giving it a small squeeze, “I’m sure I’ll see you soon.” He said and she nodded.

“Sure you will.” She said and he got up and slipped into his pants before giving her one last glance before heading out.

Y/N is not sure how long she was laid there thinking about everything they had spoken about. About how she was suddenly completely sure about what she felt towards him. As she told him, she too, was afraid. Constantly. But she needed to say something, she felt as though she was suffocating in her feelings for him. She now understood his fears and worries. And while she couldn’t help heal him up from the past, she could be there for him while he did. She had no illusions that he felt remotely the same, but she just wanted the chance to be there for him and to love him through it all.

*********

Harry was the first one in the studio. He was playing a new melody on the piano, just the chords, because he had some lyrics trapped in his head. He grabbed a spare sheet of paper to write down his thoughts. This was another one for her. For Y/N. He wanted her to hear it all when he was ready for her to. He doesn’t know when that would be exactly, but he just wanted to be sure that she felt the same first. He pressed down on the C major 7 and started.

“Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy.” He kept playing the melody and read off the next lyric from his sheet, “You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes.” He smiled to himself as he sang the words, not noticing that Niall had arrived and was leaning on the door frame of the sound booth, “Don’t want to fight you, I don’t want to sleep in the dirt. We’ll get the drinks in so I’ll get to thinking of her. We’ll be a fine line.” He sang a few times before he stopped playing, “Fuck, what was it?” He muttered to himself as he picked up his pen, “Got my devotion, man I can hate you sometimes….” He scribbled, “Umm.. fuck it was good, what was it?” He groaned to himself. Scribbling quickly once he remembered the lyrics. He picked back up into the chorus before repeating the chord progression for the verse.

“Test of my patience, there’s things that you’ll never show…” He finished the line with a question mark. He didn’t like that line, it could flow better with the next lines he knew he wanted in the song. “There’s things that… we’ll never show… we’ll never know…” he sang the last bit before playing that first line again and seemed satisfied with that as he wrote it down quickly. He resumed playing the piano and went back to sing the lines he had been initially thinking of when he started this song, “You sunshine, you temptress my hand’s at risk, I fold. Crisp trepidation, I’ll try to shake this soon.” He sang, “Spreading you open is the only way of knowing you. We’ll be a fine line, we’ll be a fine line. We’ll be a fine line.” He sang the chorus once more, seemingly entranced int he words, “We’ll be alright. We’l be alright.” He sang and stopped to write as he had switched it up, “Fuck, what was the last bit of the verse…” he groaned to himself.

“Spreading you open is the only way of knowing you. Then chorus twice.” Niall spoke up and Harry jumped before glancing back, eyes slitted in irritation.

“Jesus, Niall!” He scolded.

“Sorry, mate.” He apologized as he came closer.

“What was it again?” He asked.

“Spreading you open is the only way of knowing you.” He finished and Harry wrote it down.

“Thanks.” He huffed out softly.

“Yeah. You’re bloody brilliant, Harry. That’s it, there’s your last song.” Niall said and Harry suppressed a smile and shrugged.

“Wait until you hear my idea for the ending.” He said and Niall smiled.

“I swear it. You’re really fucking good, Harry.”

“I’m not usually this good. I’ve just been… inspired, I guess.” He explained.

“Well, I’m glad you are. This EP is going to be fucking sick.”

“I hope so.” Harry sighed nervously. There was a moment of silence before Niall spoke up again.

“Does ummm, does anyone know that the songs are about her?” He asked and Harry’s face shot up to Niall’s. If he had figured it out he’s sure the others would soon. Especially considering that the only person he hadn’t invited to be a part of this process at this juncture was Y/N.

“No. Of course not.” He said and Niall sighed as he came in closer and picked up a guitar and started messing around with it, in the same key that Harry had been playing in.

“Do you think she’d know if she heard them?” He asked and Harry glanced down to the piano keys and sighed as he thought about it.

“I would fucking hope so.” He laughed nervously.

“I think you should put it on guitar instead of piano.” Niall said as he strummed to the chords Harry had been playing, “I think we could layer over it a lot better than with the piano. And well, I think the lyrics should be the focal point of the song, no?”

“Yeah, I like that.”

“Don’t want the piano to dull ‘em out, y’know?” Harry nodded, now that the lyrics were done Niall signaled for him to sing again and they went through the song one more time. “What did you have in mind for the end?” He asked Harry as they finished up and Harry sat down and played the completely beautiful and captivating instrumental part on the piano. Niall had goosebumps all over his skin as the beautiful melody continued and then built to an end, “Wow.” He whispered.

“Think that, but with horns. Lots of them. The trumpet needs to be the focal one though.”

“That would be sick. But why?” Niall asked with a small chuckle.

“It means a lot to me.” He shrugged with a smile.

“Hey boys!” They heard the door to the sound booth open and they both glanced up to see Mitch and one of his friends who was mixing, Ryan, coming in. Both Niall and Harry waved back at them.

“Let me start getting set up and we’ll work on this one today.” Niall said and Harry smiled before turning back to the piano and letting out a deep breath. At least someone knew about his feelings for Y/N and admitting that, it felt really good.

That day was largely spent recording the skeleton of the song he ended up calling Fine Line. Mitch did give him a few questioning looks when he had heard the lyrics but didn’t say anything. That was until he and Niall started explaining the end instrumental Harry wanted.

“…and he wants horns, the bloody lunatic.” Niall shared to the room.

“It’ll sound really good.” Harry insisted.

“I’m sure it would, but I don’t know any horn players. Do any of you?” Niall asked and Mitch’s eyebrows shot up, he knew one. Suddenly he recalled everything that Sarah had told him the other night, about Harry and Y/N. It made sense.

“Are you married to the trumpets?” Ryan asked and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, man. It has to be trumpets.” Harry insisted and Ryan sighed. This would certainly put them over budget, hiring a full ensemble.

Now, Mitch and Y/N became really good friends at Berklee. He was TA-ing in a lot of classes she took. Y/N was an eager learner, she always hung around to ask questions and to get help when she struggled with anything. Soon enough, they became very close. And towards the end of her tenure at Berklee she started working as a session trumpeter and background singer for any projects needed at the student studios to bring in some extra cash, that’s when she was starting her podcast. Sarah was completing her Masters and was a session drummer, which is how she and Y/N became friends. Y/N then introduced Mitch to doing session work to bring in some extra cash as well and soon enough they had become a tight knit group of friends. The point being that Mitch knew Y/N was a trumpeter; she wasn’t all that fond of it. He also knew that Y/N and Harry’s relationship seemed to lne up with this song perfectly and it was throwing him for a loop. He couldn’t shake the thought as they wrapped up the session.

“You good, man?” Harry asked Mitch as he packed up his stuff and Mitch just sat there with a blank expression.

“Ummm, yeah. I just ummm… I’ve been thinking and I ummm, I know someone who plays trumpet. So do you, I think.” He glanced up to Harry who then sighed as realization struck him, he knew now too.

“Fucking hell…”

“Hey, s’nothing to be ashamed of.”

“M’not ashamed. M’just… afraid.” He swallowed thickly.

“Of?”

“I never told you why I left New York.” He sighed and explained what had happened. Mitch was an incredible friend and he was an incredible listener. He never once made him feel weak or childish for feeling the way he did.

“It makes sense why you’re scared. Especially considering the way things have been between you guys for the last few years.” He said matter of factly and Harry nodded.

“Guess these feelings just took me by surprise and now my fucking shot into the industry has become a fucking confessional to her about how I feel.” He chuckled almost in disbelief.

“Maybe it’s not become what you originally planned, but I promise you, it’s really fucking good.” Mitch assured and Harry smiled at the ground, “I would never lie to you about that, bro.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course. When will she get to hear it?”

“I don’t know… I’m scared that she won’t like it o-or feel the same… I’ve been so fucking flaky and weird with her that maybe it’ll just upset her.” Harry sighed and Mitch nodded in understanding.

“Well, you’ll never know until you try. And let me tell you, Y/N is the most understanding person towards others. Give it a chance. Give her a chance.” Mitch said and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, I will.”

**********

It had been another long day for Y/N. She had ended up quitting her day job today since the podcast was taking up too much time. She needed some comfort, so she headed to the one place she knew would make her feel at home; Roxy’s. She wished Harry would’ve been there so that she could tell him about her bummed she was to submit her resignation letter to Alfonso. From how shitty the day had been seeing his smiling face, his deep simple, and his bright eyes would certainly be a bonus, but he hadn’t been around in almost two weeks. They were working on that EP seemingly day and night. She’d barely hung out with any of her friends since they were all involved in some capacity. She stopped being upset that she wasn’t allowed to be part of it. He had already told her a few times that he didn’t want her to hear it until it was done. He wanted her honest opinion and because of that she couldn’t get any spoilers. She trudged inside the shop and removed her headphones.

“Hey, Y/N!” She heard as soon as she walked in.

“Hey, Jamie!” She waved at the girl sitting at the check-out counter who was smiling happily at her.

“What’re you looking for today?” She asked as Y/N came to lean on the counter.

“I’m talking about music videos and visual albums in January, where can I find that?”

“I’m so glad this day has come.” Jamie said with a big smile, “There’s a room for this.”

“A whole room?” Y/N questioned.

“Yeah.” She grinned, “I’ve always wanted to take someone to that section.”

“Lead the way!” Y/N said, almost too excitedly. She soon learned that there was a third floor to Roxy’s; well it more like an attic. This attic was dedicated to everything on video. The room was painted a magenta color and lining the walls were tall shelves filled with live concert DVD’s, music videos, visual albums, musicals. There were also posters and neon signs (they weren’t on now, but they were cool decor). Then there was a large TV screen mounted on one end of the room. In front of that were some big, velvet couches with tons of pillows.

“You can watch on here. I think the oldest thing we’ve got is on VHS, whatever that means.” Jamie informed.

“Oh, I know what that means.” Y/N smiled as she looked around, “Harry once told me it was alphabetical. So each shelf is dedicated to either DVD’s, or live shows, music videos, and then musicals and plays share a shelf. But everything should be alphabetical on there.”

“Got it, thank you.”

“Enjoy.” She hummed before slipping out of the room.

Y/N wasn’t sure how much time had passed because she was suddenly being shaken awake and her eyes cracked open and slowly focused on Harry who was smiling down at her.

“Hey, sleepy head.” He grinned.

“Oh my god, is it tomorrow?” She groaned as she slowly sat up and he chuckled.

“No, it’s still today. I came to lock up, Jamie had to go a bit early she let me know you were up here doing research. I can see it went well.” He teased as he sat down on the little space left beside her since she was sitting horizontally now.

“Hey, I’ve had the longest week. And to be fair I did watch something.”

“What did you watch?”

“The Dance.” She said around a yawn, “I feel asleep watching Endless.” She said, nodding towards the screen. “Is it late?”

“It’s about to be 10.” He informed.

“Oh, not too bad.”

“No.” He smiled.

“Were you at the studio today?”

“Yeah, wasn’t a good day though. The mixing and recording wasn’t coming out how I wanted.” He shared and she reached for his hand, squeezing gently.

“Guess we’ve both seen better days. I umm, I quit my job today.” She explained with a furrow in her eyebrows.

“I’m sorry. But hey, you get to do the podcast full-time now, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” She sighed. He took in her face, she looked worried and tired.

“You’ll be amazing.” He assured and she smiled.

“Thanks, H.” She hummed, “I have a serious question for you.”

“What is it?”

“How come you kept this gem hidden from me?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Well, remember how we didn’t like each other before?” She nodded, “Well, I didn’t want you knowing about it because I knew you’d end up living up here.” He said and she laughed softly.

“Brave of you to assume your collection is that good.” She teased and he chuckled and flicked her knee playfully.

“Oh, shut up.” He said and she grinned smugly.

“Make me.” She shot back and he looked into her eyes with a more serious gleam.

“You look really pretty today.” He pointed out and she smiled at him.

“Thanks, H.”

“Of course. Ummm, s’been a while since we talked properly and I’ve missed you and seeing you around.” He confessed and she smiled.

“I’ve missed you too.” She confirmed.

“A lot?” He asked and she smiled and scooted closer to him and just hugged him. He hugged her back and after a few moments she pulled back slightly and was glancing up into his eyes. There was that high tension between them, as usual, when they were so close. It was making their hearts feel warm and their brains to feel foggy simply from being so close to each other. As close as they really wanted to be all of the time.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” He said softly.

“OK.” She hummed before he slotted his lips against hers.

Her hand slid around his neck as he moved over her. The weight and warmth of his body on hers was making her mind spin, especially as his tongue teased at the seam of her lips. One of his arms held him up slightly over her and the other wrapped around her waist as she arched her back up into his chest, allowing him to hold tight of her. She was losing herself in his taste and his scent; she took a breath against his lips as she felt him growing hard against her thigh. Her arms slithered down his back and her legs parted around his hips and she pressed him closer to her body as she ground her hips up into his. He whined into her mouth at the friction between them. His tummy was swarming with butterflies as they took this to a new level. She was suddenly pushing at his chest and he started to pull back.

“Let me get on top.” She whispered and he tightened his grip around her waist as he pulled her up with him, letting her settled into his lap. He liked holding around her like this and he specially loved how her elbows rested on his shoulders and shielded them from the world as they kissed. This moment was theirs. One of her hands started trailing down his chest, “You’re so hard.” She whispered and he groaned against her lips.

“Don’t mock.”

“M’not. Want to do something about it. Can I?” She asked and he swallowed thickly before nodding. His eyes shut tight as her hand traveled lower until her palm was resting against the bulge against his inner left thigh. She rubbed and squeezed gently, turning him on even more, as if he could get any harder for her than he already was.

“Shit.” He panted against her lips.

“M’gonna need to get these a bit lower.” She said as she tugged on his belt loops and he nodded. His fingers worked quickly to remove his belt and she unbuttoned his jeans as he tugged the leather out. She helped unzip him and soon she was kneeling above him, giving him space to tug his pants down further. She gently reached under his boxers, pulling him free and he sighed at her soft and warm grip around his length, tugging his boxers down haphazardly with her still on his lap. She hadn’t even looked down between them to see what exactly he looked like or had to offer, her eyes stayed fixed on his as her fist moved slowly up and down his shaft.

“Oh fuuuuck.” he groaned as her thumb rubbed right at the ridge of his tip, he couldn’t help it as his eyes squeezed shut and she smiled.

God, she was so enamored and encompassed with everything he did; his pleasure was her pleasure. Her eyes trailed down his right arm, taking in the way his veins protruded as his muscles flexed when his fist tightened up as his fingers dug into the fabric of a pillow beside him. She was keeping a steady pace and he was feeling the pleasure building inside of him. It made his head feel spacey and his tummy to flip with enthusiasm as the pleasure she was providing was simmering steadily through his veins.

“Is this OK?” She asked and he nodded before he was able to open his eyes, swallowing hard.

“S’perfect. You’re doing it perfect.” He moaned, fixating on that feeling that was surely going to push him over the edge soon. She liked to hear that he was enjoying this; so was she. She started picking up the pace and it seemed that the air was knocked out of his lungs all of a sudden. His jaw was clenched tight as he adjusted to the new pace she had set. When his eyes finally managed to blink open once again to take her in, a string of her saliva was dripping onto his cock and he moaned when it made the glide of her palm around his cock smoother, “You’re gonna make me come soon.” He huffed out and she just leaned forward and kissed him, swallowing the sounds he was making as she drove him closer and closer to the precipice of his pleasure.

“Yeah?” She hummed, “Getting close, H?” She asked and he nodded.

“So close.” He groaned, “Making me feel so good.”

“Come for me, then. Show me how good m’making you feel, baby.” She whispered hotly against his lips and his eyes squeezed shut once more and his breathing stopped for a moment.

“Fuck, m’coming, baby.” He managed to grunt and she kept her strokes consistent until she felt his cum oozing down her fist steadily.

“That’s it, H. That’s good.” She whispered against the side of his head as he buried his face in her neck as she worked him through his high until he whimpered for her to slow down.

“Please, baby. M’done. So fucking spent. Please.” He panted as her hold around his length loosened up and she finally let him go. She reached for a box of tissues on the little table beside them and cleaned her hand “Jesus.” He panted before bringing his hands up to pull her closer for a kiss. They got lost in that steamy make out for several minutes until she needed a proper breath.

“Ha-harry.” she whimpered and he pulled back slightly.

“What is it?” He panted against her lips. Then planted a quick kiss against them which she reciprocated.

“I ummm-” she stopped speaking. She was about to confess the full extent of her feelings to him and she just froze.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked stroking his thumb against her cheek and her eyes met his.

“I need to go.” She whispered and pushed herself off of his lap.

What? After that she was rushing off like nothing had just happened between them. He was about to work his way up to reciprocating. He watched as she was spinning left and right gathering up the couple things she had brought. He stood up, wobbly on his legs from his bunched up boxers on his thighs and then his pants that were sloppily pushed down around his ankles, restricting any smooth movements.

“Y/N!” He called as she rushed out of the the room, “Fucking hell.” He groaned to himself as he finished pulling up his boxers and was working on his pants now. He was tripping over cushions and himself as he hurried through the door while buttoning up his pants, “Y/N, wait!” He called as she ran through the main floor of the dark store. He rushed down the steps as she unlocked the front door and just took off. He hurried out into the cool night, watching her take off across the street, “Y/N! Wait!” He shouted and she glanced back at him, even from where he stood he could see that she was crying. He pressed the crosswalk button over and over, demanding for it to change but she just kept jogging into the neighborhood that he knew led towards her own. “Shit…” he groaned and suddenly the crosswalk indicated it was safe to walk and he wanted to kick the fucking post.

********

She was having an anxiety attack. She could feel it coming on and bubbling inside of her the moment she was about to tell him how she felt. Why? There were tons of reason why. Not only was she reminded that her ex was merely using her, but she realized that she and Harry seemed to not work at all more than they seemed to work. Loving him was terrifying because the outcome of rejection was far more likely than that of acceptance. She was scared because as she gave him a handie she was so enraptured in what he felt and it made her feel good. That indicated to her that she was in really deep.

She had to stop because she could feel that she was suffocating from how hard she was crying. She could hardly breathe and her lungs felt as if they were betraying her. She was trembling from the cold as she tried to keep walking to just make it to the comfort of her home before having a meltdown in this random street. But life was not that kind and before she even comprehended it she was sliding down a palm tree and sobbing. She was struggling to breathe and it was making her feel crazy and pathetic. It took several minutes for her to calm down and when she finally did she pulled out her phone. She needed to talk to someone about this until she saw a few missed calls from Harry and some texts asking if she was OK and if she had made it home. She saw a car zoom by and knew it was him when it turned down her street about a fourth of a mile from where she was. And as she walked over to her neighborhood she saw it parked in front of her house and she decided to go somewhere else.

She needed to think about this for a moment. She needed to decide whether she would allow herself to pursue Harry. She knew she had commitment issues, but this time it felt more uncertain than ever before and she wasn’t sure how to move forward with that. She was just now facing the reality of her feelings for him and it was absolutely terrifying.

********

It had been a few days since the incident with Y/N at Roxy’s. Harry would normally be upset that she was not talking to him, but he was far more concerned. Specially since no one had really heard from her. He subtly brought it up to Mitch and he said that she mentioned she was feeling under the weather and needed some rest. So, she wasn’t upset with him, at least. It was something personal and he wanted to be there for her, but she was shutting everyone out. The amount of times he kept checking his phone was obscene. He caught himself doing it once again and decided to just send her a text.

Whatever it is, I hope you know I’m here for you if you need me.

Short, simple, and sweet. What shocked him even more was that she actually responded to that one with an “I know, thank you”. Maybe she just wished that she had never done anything with him. Maybe he should’ve stopped her before things went too far.

“You alright there?” Niall asked him as they took a quick break at the studio.

“Yeah. Just… annoyed that things aren’t sounding good.” He explained.

“Alright.” He hummed and then Harry called him back.

“Have you spoken to Y/N at all?” He asked more quietly and Niall shook his head, “Oh okay.”

“Did something happen?” Niall asked more quietly as Mitch and Sarah lounged on the couch across the room.

“Yeah and umm… I’m worried I might’ve done something wrong. She’s not speaking to me or to anyone really, said she was sick.”

“Maybe she is?” Harry shook his head.

“She ummm, she ran out on me.” He explained and Niall’s eyes widened.

“Oh.”

“Yeah…” Harry sighed.

“Look mate, I think that this has more to do with her than it does you. Even in school she was kind of a lone wolf when it came to dealing with things. So just give her a little time to figure out what she’s got going on. It could work in your favor.” Niall reminded and Harry nodded with a tight smile.

Niall was right. Harry hardly recalls seeing Y/N struggling with anything publicly. She always seemed to put her best foot forward and maybe it was because she isolated when she was having a hard time. He was glad that he told her he was there for her if she needed it. He trusted that she could take him up on the offer, she had once before. So with a renewed sense of energy he decided to shake off the bad vibes and finish this song.

*******

“There she is!” Niall sang happily when Y/N came to her door and she offered a small smile at his evident glee for seeing her.

“Hi, Ni.” She said, stepping aside to let him in.

“Brought ya some pastries since I heard you were feeling like shit.” He said following her into the kitchen.

“Thanks.” She laughed lightly, “Want water? Or juice? Think I’ve got grapefruit juice in here.”

“I’m all good, thank you.” He said and she nodded before leaning on the counter and Niall sat on a stool on the other side of the counter, just looking at her.

“Alright then.” She said and he just smiled.

“So what’s really going on?”

“I’ve just been feeling a little down is all.”

“Right.” Niall said and she nodded, “Ummm, Harry was thinking it was something he did.” She felt her heart lurch in pain at that, “Said you guys were together right before you sort of fell off the face of the earth.”

“We were, but it wasn’t him. Just my head… getting in the way of myself, as always.” She sighed with a sad smile.

“I see.”

“Yeah and I just needed to make a decision. A hard one.”

“About Harry?” Niall asked and she nodded.

“Well what did you decide?” He asked and she looked down at her hands on the counter, they had kissed right here just a few weeks ago.

“That it’s not a good idea.” She said and Niall frowned.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Niall, I like him too much. More than he likes me! And that never ends well… it’ll be a repeat of David all over again. As if we don’t already have the arguing down… imagine complicating it further. I would rather have him around as a friend than a short lived fling.”

“Does he know about how you feel?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then maybe this is a conversation you ought to have with him, not by yourself.”

“I know…but I think it’s easier like this. Besides, I won’t have much time in the next month or so. I got a call yesterday from one of the new producers, they want me to do a short documentary with Gaga about her residency in Vegas. They want me to spend a month out there. Apparently she’s a big fan.” She disclosed and Niall was shocked.

“Holy, fucking shit! That’s huge! Congratulations!” He said hurrying over and hugging her and she laughed.

“Thank you. And yeah, it’s totally unreal… I ummm, I need to do this for myself.”

“I agree.” Niall concluded.

“I’m supposed to go meet her and her team next week to sort of finalize everything.” She disclosed.

“So soon!”

“Yes. They want me to go out there right after Christmas to settle in and start. It’s just not a good time…” she trailed off.

“When were you going to tell us?” Niall asked.

“On Saturday, during our usual get together.”

“Well, as much as we’ll miss you, you should do this.” Niall smiled and she smiled back.

“I’ll miss you guys too.”

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

Saturday came and Y/N groaned when once again, her call to Sarah rang out until she got her voicemail. She was running a bit late and would be tardy for their group dinner. She had been packing up to drive out to Vegas early on Sunday. Y/N was excited to share her news and to see her friends after hiding out for a while. She sent a text out to Sarah asking if they were already there and surprisingly she responded.

Sarah: We’re actually running behind at the studio. We might be here another hour? Come through and we can all leave together?

Y/N: Are you sure it’s OK?

Sarah: Yeah, it’s cool. We’re at Paramount. It’s on Santa Monica and Vine. Studio B:)

Y/N: Cool. See you in a bit!

It had not been more than 30 minutes after messaging Sarah that Y/N was parking in the backlot of the studio. She walked in, struggled a bit with security about letting her through, but after showing the security guard the messages on her phone he let her head on back to the the studio. She didn’t want to call or message anyone again, they were evidently busy. Sarah told her they were in B… she walked down the halls searching until she found it. She could already hear some faint music coming from inside, she opened the door quietly to not make any sudden noises.

“…my eyes want you more than a melody.” She heard the singing louder as she stepped through the lounge and closer to sound board room, “Let me inside. Wish I could get to know you. Sunflowers just died, keep is sweet in your memory. I’m still tongue-tied. Sunflower, sunflower.” She heard Harry singing and it was beautiful. She didn’t want to step in completely yet and distract anyone with her arrival. So she just leaned against a little side table by the entrance of the soundboard room, minding the water bottles resting on it and she just took in his voice coming through oh so beautifully. He was right, singing was his thing. It made her feel so happy as he continued singing and then he took a deep breath, “Hey! Whooo-oo! Ahhhh! Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop. Hey!” She smiled brightly at his random sounds as his ad libs, she couldn't wait to hear the actual music. “Whoop! Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh! Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.” She giggled as the song came to an end and she stayed hidden as they all cheered.

“That was it, Har!” He heard Niall through a loud speaker.

“Yeah?” She heard Harry’s voice and her heart fluttered.

“Yep! Sick, last one is just To Be So Lonely, with the new track, cello in the final pre-chorus and then new harmonies, yeah?”

“Sick.” Harry confirmed.

Sarah was being mindful of Y/N’s arrival as was Mitch. They both now new that Harry wanted to wait until all of it was finished before sharing the music with her. She hadn’t heard anyone come in, so she sent a text message as they pulled up the audio file for To Be So Lonely. This was the song that was far too personal for Harry and he would say it was going on the track list and then ask to pull it from the track list. But in the end he loved how it turned out in production and wanted to re-record the main vocals.

“Ready, Harry?” Niall asked.

“Yep!” He said and as soon as the song started Y/N’s interest was piqued, “Don’t blame me for falling I was just a little boy. Don’t blame the drunk caller wasn’t ready for it all. You can’t blame me, darling. Not even a little bit. I was away and I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry.” He sang.

As soon as she heard those words Y/N’s stomach dropped. This was a conversation they had, if she wasn’t mistaken. Her mind flashed back to her correcting him, saying she was going to call him a jerk, not that.

”Don’t call me, “baby” again. You got your reasons. I know that you’re tryna be friends, I know you mean it. But don’t call me, “Baby” again. It’s hard for me to go home to be so lonely.”

This was definitely about her. She was frozen in her spot and she was seemingly getting the answer to the question she had been wrestling with for a week now. He liked her affections but he wasn’t really getting much out of it. That’s what she was understanding.

“I just hope you see me in a little better light. Do you think it’s easy being of the jealous kind. ‘Cause I miss the shape of your lips. You’ll win. It’s just a trick and this is it, so I’m sorry.”

That second verse was what nailed the coffin shut for her. There was nothing more he could give her but whatever it was they sort of had and that absolutely broke her heart and she felt so stupid as tears started running down her face. She took a step back to leave how she came in as he continued with singing the chorus. But she crashed into the side table, effectively knocking over the water bottles that it had on there. She watched in horror as two of them rolled past the threshold of the soundboard room and then she saw Mitch pop his head from around the corner and she rushed out and took off down the hall. She sped up when she heard a door opening.

“Y/N!” Mitch called and she kept walking. She was angry at him. At Sarah. At fucking Niall who had been comforting her about Harry, encouraging her to talk to him when they were sitting in there listening to the things he was writing about. Sarah and Niall knew they had kissed. And then Harry… how could he just put that in a song after he had seen how hard it was for her to try and fix whatever they had going on? “Y/N!” She heard even closer to her and then he grabbed her shoulder.

“Leave me alone, Mitch.” She sniffled as he turned her around.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned.

“That was about me.” She said through a clenched jaw to not cry.

“You weren’t supposed to hear it ye-”

“But I did! I did hear it and I can’t believe that he would… God and I fell so hard for him.” She scoffed through a laugh.

“Wait. You’re in love with, Harry?” Mitch asked, relieved to hear that.

“Fucking, yes! And then he goes and does this and I should’ve known he just wanted the same thing as everyone else. Even after I shared with him and trusted him with what David did to me. Fucking piece of shit!” She cried. Mitch’s eyebrows creased as he understood that she had completely misinterpreted what Harry was trying to say with the song.

“No, Y/N. That’s not-”

“Please don’t make excused for him, Mitch.” She sniffled, “I’m leaving.” She said firmly and walked away. She was too riled up right now, she needed time to cool down so that she could get a proper explanation, so he let her go.

“Fuck.” He whispered. Maybe that’s why Harry had been concerned about her hearing the songs. Maybe he wanted to sit there and walk her through them. But that was all ruined now. He sighed loudly before heading back into the studio. It was quiet now, it sounded like they were wrapping up.

“Y/N?” Sarah mouthed with concern and Mitch just nodded with a doleful look on his face, which in turn made Sarah feel concerned. Even more so when Harry came through the booth doors with a satisfied smile because he had done some good work today.

“What’s the matter with you guys?” Harry asked as he took in their expressions and Mitch just scratched the back of his neck as he looked for the words, “Is everything OK?” Harry asked, now wearing a look of concern as well.

“Y/N was here and she heard the song.” Mitch said and Harry’s expression immediately morphed into one of concern, “And she didn’t take it well.” Mitch finished.

“I knew she wouldn’t… I knew she wouldn’t feel the same and-”

“It wasn’t that. I think she misinterpreted what you were trying to say an-”

“Even fucking worse!” Harry declared angrily, “Why was she even here?!” He asked, looking at all of his friends. Waiting for one of them to take responsibility.

“I told her to meet us here. I didn’t know they would just let her in, Harry.” Sarah explained and his nostrils flared in anger and his jaw clenched tight before he said anything mean.

“Well that’s fucking perfect, innit?” He seethed, “Thanks for that.” He looked at her and spoke sarcastically, making Sarah frown.

“Harry, it was an accident.” Niall said and Harry just groaned before hurrying out of the studio and towards the nearest exit. He needed fresh air. He needed to cool down.

*********

Y/N felt exposed and hurt and used. She was more than glad that she had never actually ended up sleeping with Harry. She would’ve felt more stupid than she felt right now. Sure, she wasn’t due in Vegas until Saturday afternoon but she found herself zooming down the 5 north to get on the 14 and in just a few hours she would be in Vegas and away from everyone else.

*********

Niall was stationed outside of Y/N’s house with Harry, though she very clearly wasn’t there. They’d only attempted knocking on three separate occasions before a neighbor told them she wasn’t home. Mitch and Sarah were sent to wait across the street from Roxy’s, which was her usual comfort place, but the likelihood of her actually being there now was very low. Niall was wondering if he should tell them about her big news. It was more probable that she had just gone to Vegas early, but he couldn’t say that without explaining how he knew she was there. Her phone was on “Do not disturb” because none of their calls were going through. After about an hour of waiting they decided to order some food and regroup at Harry, Sarah, and Mitch’s place. They were sitting eating some Indian food when Niall decided to just tell them.

“I think she went to Vegas.” He spoke up randomly.

“Vegas? Why?” Mitch asked and Niall let out a deep breath.

“I went to check on her on Tuesday and she told me that her producers have arranged a short documentary / interview with Lady Gaga.”

“Holy shit.” Harry mumbled in shock and Niall nodded.

“Literally what I had said. She was supposed to arrive there tomorrow to sort out the details with her team. She was supposed to be there all next week. She was going to tell you all at dinner.” He mumbled the last bit.

“How long is she gonna be out there?”

“They said a month. Want her to settle in after Christmas or something like that. I’m assuming they start in January.” Niall informed and they all nodded.

“M’never gonna be able to make this right, am I?” Harry murmured under his breath.

“Don’t say that… maybe she’ll come around. She can’t just not speak to anyone.” Niall responded.

“Oh I think she very well can. She had no issues ignoring me for days at a time in the past.” Harry sighed in defeat. And well, no one could say anything back because he wasn’t wrong, “Well, m’gonna go sleep.” He said standing up and silently trudging off to his bedroom.

As soon as the door closed behind him he was about ready to throw another fit. He felt defeated and hurt. He wished he could just show up and explain everything. He wanted to just sit down and go over his songs, line by line and let her see that the loneliness he had been referring to wasn’t the physical one. Yeah, he would love that with her; but she combated the loneliness he felt deep in his heart. The way they talked and listened to each other. The way they were there for each other when they were struggling. The way they could be open and vulnerable with each other.The way they had forgiven each other. The way she made him feel understood and valued was something he didn’t know he needed from her until he had it. And now it was gone.

********

She saw that he tried to call. Everyone did several times. But she was in no mood to think about this or to entertain any excuses. But deep down in her heart she wanted to hear him out; he deserved that opportunity.

“Fuck… why do I like you this much?” She asked herself as she stares at the hotel before her. Her drive had been pretty good, listening to some heart break bangers had been doing the trick and she felt good. But now that she was far away she felt alone and erratic. This would be a long week. She wanted to enjoy it, but she felt that she would largely be preoccupied by this situation. After she didn’t answer anyone by Sunday they stopped trying to contact her.

But despite that, the initial meeting with her producers and Gaga’s team went really well! That should’ve been the pinnacle of her day, but then she received a text message from Harry. She missed him. She opened it embarrassingly fast.

Harry freaking Styles: We should talk when you get back. Please.

They really should. She felt guilty for immediately thinking the absolute worst of him. Sure, they had started off on the wrong foot, but she was in love with him now, that had to mean something. He had definitely turned out to be such a great friend and she was afraid to lose that. To lose him. She bit her lip and started typing.

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Harry had just sent the text and sighed, staring at the screen for a second to see if it delivered. Knowing her she probably blocked him. His eyes went wide when instead he saw a “Read at 2:47pm” and then she started typing. He held his breath as he watched the gray bubble until it formed into an actual message from her. She actually responded!

Y/N 🌻: Yeah, we should.

Harry felt nothing but relief coursing through his veins at her response. And he responded back in just a second asking when and where.

Y/N 🌻: I’ll be back on Saturday, come to mine around 4.

He let her know that, that was perfect and that he would see her soon before saying goodnight. That was something! It was a start to hopefully getting back on track with her. Maybe even more. He hurried out of his bedroom to find Mitch and Sarah curled up on the couch.

“She answered me!” He said excitedly.

“What? When?”

“Now! I’m gonna go talk to her when she’s back on Saturday. I need to finish the ones that are about her this week!” She told them.

“Harry, that's insane! What about the last song-”

“Well I’ll get on it. It needs to get done.” He said pointing to Mitch before hurrying out of the house. He needed to post up an ad at Roxy’s for musicians to see if anyone would just be willing to help him out for a flat fee. And he called Niall and Ryan and let them know what was going on and before he knew it they were holed up at Ryan’s little home studio with takeout boxes of Chinese food as they finalized the work on “To Be So Lonely” and “Sunflower, Vol. 6”.

“So what order are we putting the tracks in?” Niall asked around yawn, it was 1am.

“Ummm I think… Kiwi, Meet Me in the Hallway, To Be So Lonely, Sunflower, and Fine Line.” Harry responded softly as he worked on his own laptop. The couple things he knew about mixing to help Niall and Ryan sort out what sounded better as they tried to work through the first verses of each song. “To Be So Lonely” was easier. It was shorter and the instrumentation didn’t change all that much from verse to chorus and Ryan was getting through it.

“I’m almost done with this one but I’d like to listen back later on to just give it one final check.” Ryan told Harry who nodded, “Maybe we should start working on Fine Line while you’re here and start mixing the vocals. It’s a long song.”

“You’re right.” He hummed.

Soon enough they were making space in the closet of that room, insulating it as much as possible and then stacking up a mattress in front of it, trapping Harry inside so that he could start working on those vocals. The only thing they didn’t have was the final instrumental piece, which was a lot, but it had to be done. It was the point of the bleeding song.

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“Holy shit.” Harry whispered, completely floored when he came into the studio and saw that there were musicians crowded inside the recording booth. He almost felt like crying. It was Tuesday and he had not had any luck in finding anyone to be a part of his final masterpiece. “I mean… how did you?” He turned back to his friends in soundboard part of the room.

“Take it as a we’re sorry we fucked things up for you with Y/N.” Sarah said and Harry shook his head in disbelief. When Sarah had messaged him to come down to paramount ASAP because they had a surprise for him the last thing he expected was this.

“Guys, that’s not necessary. I mean… thank you, but how much-”

“Don’t even worry about it, we wanted to make your vision happen.” Sarah assured and he just hugged her tight as his eyes teared up.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“It needs to be exactly how you want it when you show it to her.” Sarah said and he nodded pulling back and wiping at his eyes.

Apparently they had been planning this since last Saturday after he had headed off to his bedroom. The musicians had received the sheet music since Sunday and had been rehearsing for the last two days. They had three hours to get a perfect take. And when they started playing he was hit with a wave of emotions that he had no idea were living inside of him. His skin burst with goosebumps when everything started building, the conductor was an artist all on their own. As the tears freely streamed down his face he felt Mitch’s arm rest over his shoulder, just being there for him as his vision came to life. In total it took about 5 takes to absolutely nail it with everyone’s input, musicians and conductor, giving plenty of feedback to ensure things sounded the best. He couldn’t wait to hear the finished product. He was even more shocked when the next day a choir came in, a small one, but a choir none the less and everything was being pieced together perfectly.

Before they knew it, it was 4am on Saturday and Niall had recruited some interns to come and help out in finishing the song, but when they all sat down and had the first listen through most of them were wiping tears from their faces as the final piano chord rang out and then faded into silence.

“That is one of the most beautiful pieces of music I have ever heard.” One of the interns was the first to break the silence with a soft and insecure voice. Everyone else was still taking it all in. Harry turned to the young man who had spoken and smiled softly.

“Thank you.” He mumbled before more tears came.

He’s sure he had never cried as much as he had in the past week, but it had all been worth it. This was it. This was him just being completely bare for her and laying it all on the line. He hoped she would love it and that it resonated with her as much as it did him.

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Flatmate!Harry: I’ll Make It Up To You - Part 3

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Part 1 - Part 2

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: I think slight swearing, One sentence of smutty language.

A/N-The bold bits are a flashback!

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You were spending your Wednesday afternoon doing housework and cleaning up your apartment. In the last two weeks, you had been helping Harry here and there with writing some songs, but you never wanted to take any credit for his work. You were just happy to help.

You’d both let the mess pile up a little bit, mainly paper thrown everywhere, scribbled with random lyrics and instrument chords. You had vowed to yourself that you weren’t going to write anymore or get yourself lost in your musical dream world, but Harry always seemed to manage to get you sucked in to help.

You pick up your phone to dial H, letting it ring a few times.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Everything fine?” Harry answers worriedly.

You couldn’t help but chuckle “Everything is fine, I just phoned to see if you needed any of that paper on the piano or if it can be thrown?”

“Erm, maybe just stick it in a pile in my room and I’ll go through and sort it later. What are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning our pigsty of an apartment Haz!” You laugh and smile.

“Look at you being a wife” He teases and chuckles.

“Shut up, or you’ll be my next victim! Do you want me to wash your bedding too?”

“Ohhh yes please! You’re an angel!”

“Someone’s got to be” You smile. “And your spare sheets are in the drawer under your bed?” You hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you pile the thrown papers together.

“Yeah I think I- Erm...a-actually I can put the sheets on when I’m home!” He says quickly. You were slightly taken back by the change in his tone. “Are you sure?”

“Y-yeah....yeah I...I forgot I’d bought some new ones a while ago and they’re...they’re still in my car” He fakes a chuckle, although you soon became oblivious to his cover story.

“Did you manage to get those silky black ones?!” You gasp.

“Y-yeah...yeah I did”...fuck. “I gotta go, Jeff’s pestering me to sign some stuff. I’ll see you later”

“Okie dokie, see you later. Text me when you’re leaving the studio and I’ll start dinner.”

“Thanks babe, laters” He sighs softly and hangs up. “I need to order black silk sheets on Amazon asap...” He groans.

“You still haven’t told her?!” Jeff sighs, his head shaking. “Harry you need to do it sooner or later...”

“I know but she might freak out!” Harry’s brows furrowed as he kicks the floor softly. “Right...let’s keep going” He sighs.

You cleaned the apartment top to toe, and you couldn’t help admit that you did feel much better. It felt cosier than before, and on this particular day, the sun was glowing, warming your skin through the window.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this. You promised yourself two weeks ago that you wouldn’t be doing this. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t put your mind back into your past and be sitting writing songs about old feelings and passed experiences. But here you were...

Using the back of the scraps of paper from Harry’s pile, you were spilling out every word that came to mind, like every feeling in your chest was finally released. Your fingers glided across the piano keys flawlessly with the words you had pieced together, falling perfectly from your mouth. The weight being lifted made you wish you had done this months ago.

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“Come on babe, everyone’s already waiting for us at the party...your birthday party which me and all your friends have thrown for you and we’re late!” Your boyfriend Adam teased as he smiled, “You look great” He chuckles as he grabs his jacket.

“Okay, I’m ready! Let’s go. I can’t believe you guys all managed to book out Club 21 for me!” You grin as you followed him into the taxi towards the club.

“You dropped my hand while dancing, so I left you out there standing...crestfallen on the stage with...champagne problems

You had a cheap ring for it...my picture in your wallet...but my heart was glass and you dropped it...now I have champagne problems”

The music was pounding as you danced around happily with all your friends on the dance floor. You were having the best night of your life so far. Surrounded by all of yours and Adam’s best friends. You pant as you escape the crowded dance floor and head over to the bar, joining your friend Niall, and your best friend and flat mate Harry, who were both best friends too.

“Hello birthday girl!” Niall grins and hugs you tightly, kissing your cheek. “It’s not my birthday yet!” You laugh and hug him tightly, then hugging Harry. “Not for another...57 minutes” Harry smiles.

“Have you guys seen Adam? He said he’d get me a drink and I haven’t seen him since!” You say over the music. “I think he’s in the toilet...I’ll go find him. H can get you a drink” Niall pats your back and heads to the men’s toilets.

“Did you tell your family the real reason? Or did you keep it in?...Your mum had splashed out on the bottle...now no ones celebrating”

“Dom Pérignon, you brought it...but our friends never applauded...your hometown skeptics say it’s...champagne problems”

As Niall strolled into the toilets, he checked his hair in the mirror, noticing a pair of white trainers and red heels in the reflection, hidden behind a cubical door. He smirked and chuckled quietly until he heard “Ohhh fuck, Adam keep going” the female moaned softly. Surely not...there must be plenty of Adam’s in the club. “Mmm I haven’t been able to resist you since I arrived...fuck you’re so tight baby” Adam moaned. It was him. Niall felt the fury cause redness to his cheeks and it took all of his will power not the break the door down and beat Adam to a pulp. He knew where he needed to be most importantly.

His fists were clenched as he left and walked over to the bar “Y/N...” Niall couldn’t help the frown on his lips. You smile as you saw him come back “There you are, was he in there?”

“Y/N I need to tell you something...” Niall gulped. You couldn’t help but feel like his expression said every word you had been so scared to hear. And he never had to say a word, as you saw Adam stumbling out the men’s bathroom, with an unknown female following out 10 seconds later. You had no words, everything you wanted to say...to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to punch something.

“I’m going to fucking kill him” You heard a mutter from Harry. But you couldn’t react.

“Was it all for the money...or all for the show...I found out that you cheated so I had to go...I always thought I’d know the answer, ‘til you were on your knee and asked me”

You went to storm up to Adam but he was long gone. You had no clue where he had gone...was this it? Was that how he leaves us? As you turn back to Harry and Niall, their eyes were no longer on you, their dark, angry eyes watching up at the stage. Adam appeared with a wide grin on his face.

“Where’s Y/N?” He calls out. If you hadn’t of just seen him fall out the bathroom with another girl, you would never have believed he could do something so breaking. “Adam...what are you doing?” You mumble, feeling tears in your eyes. Harry and Niall stood close behind you.

“Come up here baby” Adam grins, but before you could even attempt to run away, you were being pulled up onto stage by two of your other friends, who clearly didn’t know what had just happened.

Was this it? Was he about to break up with you 45 minutes before your birthday...in front of all your friends? You couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing. But oh no, this was much worse.

"I was going to do this in 45 minutes...but unfortunately, one of our friends has to leave the celebrations early for work tomorrow...” Adam smiles brightly at you. You felt sick to your stomach. How could he have the audacity act like he hadn’t just cheated and broken your heart.

You were still in shock. Everything was happening so fast, that you didn’t focus until you realised Adam was on his knee. “Y/N Y/L/N...will you marry me?” He pulls out a small ring, that was clearly not going to fit you. It would definitely cut off your circulation!

The lights were bright in your eyes, as they reflected the tears threatening to spill. But they weren’t the happy tears you always dreamed you’d have at this moment. He pushed the ring up into your hand, silently begging you to take it. You don’t know why...but you held the ring in your hands loosely.

“H-how could you cheat on me...” You whisper, only loud enough for him to hear. You could see the guilt in his eyes as everyone was about to cheer, assuming you’d said yes...but the crowd quickly fell silent as you shook your head, you just wanted to run.

You rushed down the steps at the side of the stage and pushed through the crowd, your legs feeling like jelly as you crashed through the doors and ran...you just ran. The tears finally freed themselves as you let out heavy sobs.

You heard people shouting your name down the street but you couldn’t stop. You were scared to face whatever happened next. You ran and ran until you felt two arms grab you from behind “Hey...shhh c’mere it’s me” As soon as you heard Harry’s hushed tones, you stopped resisiting his grip. You turned into his chest and clutched his shirt, sobbing loudly as you wanted to fall into a pile there and then. His arms protectively tightened around you, his head resting ontop of yours.

“I got you...I’ve always got you. Niall’s getting the car and we’re taking you straight home”

“...I could of made such a lovely wife...what a shame you fucked up my head... they said “you’ll find the real thing instead...and he’ll patch up the pieces you’ve shred.... and he’ll...hold my hand while dancing...I’ll never leave him standing, crestfallen on the stage with Champagne Problems”

The journey home was painfully silent apart from your sobs. Harry held you closely as Niall drove. “I’ll pop round tomorrow ok...text me if you need anything” Niall says to Harry, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you get out the car. “Thanks Ni” You mumble. “Anytime princess” He gives you a sweet smile before driving home.

Harry gets you inside, you wipe your soaked cheeks with the back of your hand. You headed straight to the fridge intending to get some water, but instead you found two bottles of champagne which had been sat in the fridge since Christmas.

“Better late than never...” You mutter and take them to the sofa. You popped one open and took a large mouthful from the bottle. Harry brought in a hoodie of his for you, wrapping it around your arms as you suddenly burst into heavy sobs. “Why me?!” You scream into his chest.

“No you’re perfect...he doesn’t deserve you” He whispers, holding you close to him. “You don’t need him. You have me...and Niall”

You whimpered as you took swigs from your bottle very quickly. It tasted awful. But nothing tasted worse than heartbreak.

“Hey Y/N…happy birthday m’darling” he whispers “I’ll make sure you have the best day”

“A cheap ring in your pocket...her picture in your wallet...you won't remember all my...champagne problems

Have you forgotten all my champagne problems?

Now, his mum’s ring in his pocket...my picture in his wallet...he’ll never give me any...champagne problems

He helped to cure all of my champagne problems...”

The next morning, you woke with a heavy head. You found yourself quickly remembering the night before. You sat up slowly, feeling an arm tightly wrapped around your waist. You and Harry had fallen asleep on the sofa...you must have cried yourself to sleep after demolishing one and a half bottles of champagne.

“How are you feeling?” Harry whispers, his hand brushing your hair back gently. You stare at the ring on the table. “I...I don’t know. I never thought this would happen to me...I though this was it.” You mumble sadly. “I thought I was enough” You whisper silently. His heart broke and the ide that you felt you weren’t enough. “You will always be enough...” He frowns and holds you. Kissing your head. He’d never wished more than to have the ability to take someone’s pain away.

“Y-you...you won’t leave me too will you Harry?” You sniffle, your head resting on his chest.

“Never...I’ll never leave you” He mutters into your hair.

“What if I’m alone forever...what if I can’t heal from this?” You whimper

“You’ll find it. I know you thought you did...but you’ll find the real thing instead, and whoever it is will patch your heart up. And you won’t ever need to leave him” He whispers reassuringly.

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You play around with the last two versions of the chorus, completely oblivious to Harry’s presence in the doorway until you heard a small shuffle from that direction

Your head snapped up “Jesus Harry! I didn’t know you would be home yet...You scared the life out of me! What’s wrong?” You frown as you run up to him, throwing your arms up around his shoulders, noticing his furrowed brow and the sad frown on his lips.

“I...that was so beautiful Y/N...and it just reminds me of how much he hurt you...a-and you...y-you’ve grown so much” He whispers softly, his arms tightly wrapping around you. “You never deserve to be treated like that...and I still hear you crying some nights, I just couldn’t face seeing you that way and...and I-I knew you’d kill me if I barged in...” He mutters, his eyes grazing the floor, as you let out a small laugh. “And you wrote a song again...I’m so fucking proud”

“It’s okay Harry...I’m okay now!” You whisper, holding his cheeks in your hands. “I just needed to do it. One final time, and that’s it now. I’m going to get a proper job and-”

“Y/N I need to talk to you.” Harry cuts you off. “I was planning on having this conversation with you in a much nicer setting...but I don’t think I can wait.”

This was it...you didn’t realise how much you had craved to hear those three words fall from Harry’s mouth after months of trying to convince yourself that you didn’t feel that way.

“I’ve got you a recording contract with me for the new album...I want you on it. It’s been sat under my bed for weeks ready to give to you but I was worried you’d say no-” Harry says nervously.

You almost didn’t realise what he’d said until it was too late and you already started speaking.

“Harry I love you too...I-” You gasp as your hand flies in front of your mouth. No. No. No no no. This was not happening! You had single handedly embarrassed the shit out of your self and ruined the rest of your life. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole and spit you out in Australia.

“W-what?” Harry froze, taken back by the sudden confession. He didn’t know what to say, but to say he was shocked was an understatement.

“What...” You tried to act natural. Wishing to take back the last 5 seconds. “Oh...that’s erm...that would be a good read...you can just slide it under my door and I’ll read it in 3-5 working days.” You mutter quickly. You didn’t slipping past him, to disappear into your bedroom.

“Y/N...wait!” His hand grabs your wrist “...you love me?” His gaze fell soft into yours. You thought of every excuse to get out of this situation, as scared as you was to admit it...it was out now.

“Y-yeah...” you whisper, staring into his eyes, praying to make some sense of how he felt towards you. You so badly wanted him to speak, but the silence hanging between the two of you was deafening. You needed to know.

“D-do...do you...Do you love me Harry?” Your voice croaked.

Of course he did...

“I-I don’t know...” You couldn’t help but feel your heart shatter some more, the sparkle in your eye slowly fading. And at that moment, you know you had ruined the best friendship of your life. You prepared yourself for Harry to leave the room, pack a bag and go to stay at Niall’s. But he just stood there, analysing your face intensely. You began to pull your hand away from his and run quickly.

“No...wait! Y/N I didn’t mean it like that I just...Well you always had Adam...and you’ve always been my best friend...and then when you guys split up, I...I was so angry because I knew I could never do that to you, and I wanted to change that so badly, but I never wanted to my feelings to get in the way of our friendship. I don’t ever want to loose you Y/N...I always thought I just wanted what I can’t have...until I knew I wanted to protect you for the rest of my life...I love you...I’ve always loved you Y/N, I just didn’t want to ruin anything...” He whispers, his bright eyes sparking as the warm sunset glow flooded your apartment.

“H-have I ruined it all....” You whimper softly, feeling your breath getting stuck in your throat.

“Never...” He whispers, one of his hands cupping your cheek, and the other locking into the side of your neck as you felt soft tears slipping down your cheeks. You had never been so terrified of losing someone. But that worry was soon washed away when you felt Harry’s soft pink lips press against yours. Sparks were flying through your blood as you wasted no time kissing him back with every ounce of passion until you couldn’t breath.

Neither of you wanted to beak the kiss...but Harry also didn’t want the pair of you to collapse. He pulled his lips away from yours, pressing his forehead against yours, the both of you panting heavily.

“I love you so fucking much” He whispers, tears filling his eyes.

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- 3 Months Later -

"Y/N we need to get you downstairs, we don’t have time to get you mic’d up up here, Graham has already started the show, so we’ll mic you up in the wings” A runner knocked on your dressing room.

“Ok I’m ready lets go...” You get up from the chair and check yourself in the mirror quickly. You had a beautiful red dress on, the sleeves hung off the shoulders and there was a slit in the leg of the floor length material. You had sparkly silver heels on, which looked like diamonds when they caught the light. Your hair was curled in a half up, half down style, with your normal glamourous makeup.

Harry was in the wings waiting, speaking to a few other people as you were getting mic’d up. He was in a red suit, to match the colour of your dress, with a white shirt, his shoes just white this time. He glanced up with a wide grin. “There she is...mmm look at my beauty” He smirks happily and presses a kiss to your lips, holding your hips as a runner was hiding the wire in your dress.

“And you’re on in 3...2...1...”

“Please welcome Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!”

Harry took your hand as you followed him onto the set of The Graham Norton Show, the crowd cheering happily as you are greeted with a hug and kiss on the cheek from Graham, returning happily, and sitting down beside Harry after he gave the same greeting.

“Hello hello and welcome! It’s an honour to have you both here tonight on my sofa...although you have both sort of blended in” He chuckles

“Yeah...we didn’t really think about that until we got changed...” Harry chuckles, his hand holding yours tightly as you smile, taking a sip of wine from your glass.

“So we have a lot to talk about tonight...but firstly...congratulations on your new album! It sounds incredible and I know I’m not the only one wondering this, but how did you find working together while being in a relationship? Because your relationship only came into public view after the album was released...Now you two have lived together for...4 years is that right?” Graham asks.

“Yeah so...actually we have been best friends and flat mates for years, we’ve always had such a heavy impact on each others lives but we always both sort of thought it was just friendship. Around a year ago now I went through a really difficult break up and Harry was there every step of the way. Since then I always knew I loved Harry but it wasn’t until just after we had written the first version of Fine Line that I found out he felt the same” Your eyes gleam just talking about it.

“So...you two wrote Fine Line together, was that the first song you wrote for the album?” He looks over at Harry

“Actually, I’d already written Watermelon Sugar, Golden and Adore You. Fine Line was next and I was writing it at home. Naturally every song I write, Y/N is one of the first to hear, whether it’s in the living room, or when she’s in the bath and I sit outside the door to play it. It’s always been that way, even before we got together.”

Graham nods and smiles “You can’t let the poor woman have a bath in peace!” He jokes and teases as you both laugh. “So did you decide to name the album Fine Line because it’s the first song you wrote together?”

“I know!” Harry chuckles “sort of...Fine Line actually came about after...well it was after a prank I tried to pull on Y/N which went horribly wrong, then she finally forgave me and I was talking to her in the kitchen about how I was struggling to write emotional songs at the time. And the words she said to me really stuck...that night I sat at the piano and tried to piece together our conversation in a song. Y/N came to help me and she just...she’s really the saving grace. So I think yeah...maybe that was one of the reasons we called in Fine Line.”

“That’s incredible...and Y/N you were actually going to give up music weren’t you? Thank god you didn’t” Graham smiles.

You blush softly “I was...I just as going through a rough time. I helped Harry with the song and then I said I would quit. Then a couple of weeks later, Harry declared his love for me after he’d told me he had a joint record deal contract for us, to include me in the album” you tease with a smirk.

Harry grins widely and laughs quietly “I think the details of that have been slightly twisted...” He teases as you blush.

“Well I can’t wait to hear that story later! Now are there going to be any more joint albums...?” Graham asks curiously.

“...” You both look between each other “Time will tell Graham” Harry winks.

“Well...we are goin to go to an ad break now, but stay tuned because you don’t want to miss the first ever live performance of Fine Line by Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!”

The crowd cheer loudly as the cameras cut to an ad break.

“I’m not waffling too much right?...it is my first ever proper interview” You mumble slightly as Harry and Graham sat with you in conversation while you were having your makeup touched up.

“You’re doing great baby...everyone loves you. I told you I’d make it all up to you when I stole your clothes and you missed that audition...” He grins cheekily.

“Now that’s a story I definitely need to hear!” Graham laughs along with the audience

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