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burningred1989 · 1 day ago

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SHE

A/N: Harry Styles begins having vivid dreams about a mysterious girl he’s never met.

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Harry Styles had always been inspired by the peculiarities of his own mind. Whether it was fleeting memories or emotions too complex to explain, they often wove their way into his music. But this time, it was something—or rather, someone—completely different.

It started months ago. He'd wake up in the middle of the night, the faint traces of a dream still clinging to him. In those dreams, a girl would appear, her face so vivid it was as though she were standing right in front of him. Her features were unmistakable: soft yet striking, framed by hair that glinted in the sunlight of his subconscious. What stood out most were her cherry red lips, bold against her otherwise natural presence, and her cherry red nails that danced at her sides as she moved.

Harry didn’t know who she was. She wasn’t someone he recognized from his life, nor did she resemble anyone he’d met before. Yet, she felt familiar, like a whisper in a language he didn’t quite understand.

The dreams continued, night after night, until Harry couldn’t shake her from his thoughts. She was haunting, in the most captivating way. That’s when the idea for a song began to form.

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Sitting in the studio one rainy afternoon, Harry strummed his guitar absentmindedly. The lyrics spilled out of him like a confession he hadn’t realized he needed to make:

"She lives in daydreams with me, she's the first one that I see..."

His bandmates noticed the shift in him, the way he seemed lost in thought even when he was fully present. “You alright, mate?” Mitch had asked one evening, seeing Harry staring into space, his pen hovering over a notebook.

“Yeah,” Harry replied with a small, wistful smile. “Just... can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Who?” Mitch pressed.

Harry hesitated. “I don’t know,” he admitted, the truth tasting strange on his tongue. “She’s not real. But I see her—every time I close my eyes.”

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Months later, "She" had become one of Harry's favorite songs to perform live. The mystery of it, the way the music carried a weight he couldn’t explain, made it feel intimate even in front of thousands.

It was a warm summer night, the air electric with excitement as Harry took the stage in a sold-out arena. The crowd roared as he launched into his set, each song more exhilarating than the last. And then, the chords for "She" began to play.

As Harry sang the opening lines, his eyes swept across the sea of fans, their faces illuminated by the stage lights. He loved these moments—connecting with people through his music. But tonight, something shifted.

There she was.

Standing in the crowd, swaying gently to the rhythm, her hands in the pockets of her loose jeans. Her cherry red lipstick glowed under the lights, matching the vivid nail polish that caught his attention every time her fingers moved. She looked exactly as she had in his dreams—carefree, radiant, almost otherworldly.

Harry’s breath hitched midsong, but he kept going, his gaze returning to her again and again. She wasn’t at the front of the crowd, nor was she trying to grab his attention like so many others. She was just... there, lost in the music, as though the song had been written for her.

"She lives in daydreams with me..."

Harry’s voice took on a deeper, more vulnerable edge as he continued to sing, unable to tear his eyes away from her. His heart raced, but he forced himself to stay composed. If he acknowledged her too openly, would she vanish like a mirage?

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The second the encore ended, Harry hurried backstage, his mind spinning. As the cheers of the crowd echoed in the distance, he grabbed his head of security.

“Did you see her?” he asked, his voice urgent.

“Who?”

“The girl with the red lipstick—cherry red. She was wearing jeans, her nails were red too. I need you to find her and bring her here.”

The security team sprang into action, scouring the venue. Harry paced back and forth in his dressing room, his thoughts a whirlwind. Was it really her? The girl from his dreams? How could that even be possible?

Minutes turned into an hour. Finally, the head of security returned, shaking his head. “She’s gone, Harry. Must’ve left right after the show.”

Harry’s heart sank. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. How could she just vanish?

He slumped into a chair, the adrenaline from the concert fading into a heavy sadness. His mind replayed the moment he saw her in the crowd, the way she swayed to the music, so perfectly in sync with everything he’d imagined.

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For days after, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her. He questioned himself—had he imagined it? Was it wishful thinking, his dreams bleeding into reality? But deep down, he knew what he’d seen.

Fans began posting clips from the concert online, capturing the moment when Harry’s eyes locked on something—or someone—in the crowd. “Does anyone else notice how distracted he seems during She?” one fan commented. Others speculated about the inspiration behind the song, wondering if the girl from Harry’s dreams had come to life.

But Harry stayed silent, holding the memory close. He didn’t know if he’d ever see her again, but one thing was certain: she was no longer just a figment of his imagination.

She was real.

And now, she was out there somewhere, living and breathing beyond the confines of his dreams.

PART 2: Cherry Scented Vinyl Shop

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narrycherries · 2 days ago

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call it what you want ✨ pt6

And so, the battle between guilt and jealousy continues…

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warnings/tags: harry x reader, best friends to lovers, secret relationship, angst, fluff

As you were waking up, you could feel the cover rubbing against your bare skin. You completely forgot you went to sleep naked last night, even after Harry took initiative to clean you up, you didn’t get dressed. Neither did he. His body was molded into yours, his strong arms wrapped around you.

Your eyes opened and you groaned softly, not sure of the time but the sun was peeping through the blinds. Harry felt you move a little and it caught his attention. He had been awake for a few minutes already, and he was just waiting for you. He shifted his head back to look at your pretty face. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were barely opened.

“G’morning.” He uttered softly, a smile shaping to his lips as your eyelids lifted open more.

You licked your lips and sweetly smiled back. “Morning.”

“How do you feel?” His brows furrowed slightly as you snuck your hand up to his face.

Your fingertips softly touched his skin before sliding up his jaw. There had been a fascination with touching him building up in you over the past few weeks and last night’s events only made it stronger. He didn’t mind, though. He quite enjoyed it.

“Pretty good.”

“Not sore or anything?”

You shook your head as your eyes shifted to his neck. You silently began to admire the veins hiding beneath his skin. The little things about him were easily becoming your favorite things.

“I can’t.. believe we actually.. did that last night.” You gently laughed as the thoughts began replaying in your mind.

“Me either.. but everything’s okay, though, right? You’re okay with it?” As usual, Harry was trying to get your total reassurance that everything was fine.

“Well.. I have to be. We can’t undo it.”

He licked his lips and swallowed the lump in this throat. “I mean.. um, you liked it?”

“Yeah..” You nervously nodded. “It was.. amazing.”

Harry gave you a sigh of relief. “Yeah? It was so amazing.”

You grinned back and let out a squeal as his mouth started to attack your face, leaving sloppy kisses across your skin.

Sometime around lunch, a couple of your friends came up with an idea of going to play tennis at the recreational courts, and although you weren’t keen on the idea.. Harry thought it would be fun. He mentioned something about missing a few days at the gym and needing the exercise. You were not thrilled about him leaving you, so you lied and said you wanted to tag along. Harry believed you when you told him it would be a fun idea.. he didn’t realize you were lying.

Even though your day didn’t go as planned, you still were able to be with him. Your plan of relaxing on the couch or in bed all day with him rotting away while watching movies would have to happen another time. It was a hard pill to swallow, but no matter what happened between you two last night.. you had no choice but to move on.

So there you were at the tennis court sitting on a bench with one of your closest girl friends, Stephanie. A few of the guys showed up but it was just the two of you girls there. You opted to sit on the bench with her and leave the rough housing for the boys. They were way more competitive anyway. Harry and your brother were on a team so they were being extra obnoxious together.

Your eyes were glued to Harry’s duffle bag sitting on the ground next to the bench. It contained his water bottle and a change of clothes. You wanted to snatch his keys up, grab him, and run for the car to escape.. but you couldn’t. Your day with him would end after this.. You came in your own car to not raise any suspicions.

“I have a confession.” Stephanie sighed heavily next to you, her sudden words pulled you from your mindless trance.

“What is it?” You asked, adjusting yourself so you were now facing her.

She grinned, then rolled her eyes to herself. “It’s so stupid. Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

You laughed, then nodding. “I promise.”

“Harry’s kind of cute.”

Her words instantly made your heart jolt. You looked to her eyes and realized that she was staring at a him. All you wanted to do was scream at her and tell her off, but you stayed still and played it cool.

“What?”

“I mean, yeah. He isn’t ugly. He’s always been cute, what do you think?”

You shifted your eyes to Harry, who was currently laughing with celebratory joy after winning the first match. Austin was mocking the other guys and waiting for them to start the new match. Harry was covered in a layer of sweat. His sleeveless shirt didn’t leave much to the imagination with its low cut sides. The hem raised every time he swung his arm up, exposing his lower abdomen. You weren’t aware of how jealous you were until just now. You licked your lips and let out a fake laugh.

“That’s weird. I’ve known him forever.”

“God knows I have no chance and I don’t actually want one.. I was just admitting my observation to you. I feel like some of our other friends would mock me and tell him.” She shrugged as her eyes dropped down to her phone. She was reading a text she received.

“Yeah.. I wouldn’t say anything to him. It’s just weird to hear.”

Stephanie smiled, then looked over at you. “So you don’t think he’s cute?”

For a moment, you had a feeling of paranoia. Was Stephanie trying to get you to say something that would lead to a confession? Was she trying to get you to admit that you and Harry had more going on than just a friendship? Was there some sort of plan or scheme your friends came up with and put her in charge of? Was something happening.. or were you just very guilty? You hated lying to the people you care about - including your family. Lying about the situation with Harry was difficult and you made you feel horrible at times, but it was your life and no one else's…

You shook off the thoughts and sighed. “No.. not really. He’s not my type.”

The following ten minutes were absolute torture for you. There was a raging fire in your gut and you knew it was pure jealously. Stephanie had never admitted anything like that to you before, regarding Harry. You wondered if she was just lying about not having a thing for him to save herself some embarrasment. There was nothing else you could think of, not even Harry could distract you. You were watching him but your brain wasn’t registering him at all.

After a while, he glanced your way and noticed you were practically pouting on the bench. He made a mental note to call for a break after this match so he could check on you. Stephanie, on the other hand, wasn’t aware of your mood. She was spending most of her time watching the guys and laughing as they missed the ball.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom, do you need to go?” She asked as she nudged your knee with hers.

“No, I’m good.”

She mumbled something you didn’t care to hear as she stood up and grabbed her small purse. She disappeared from the court and you felt a bit of relief lift off your shoulders. Harry took the opportunity to call for a break. Austin and the other guys ran off towards the bathrooms, too, leaving you two alone.

“Hey, peach.” Harry jogged over to you, smiling as you looked up at him.

“Hi.” You whispered back, huffing as he sat down next to you.

“What’s wrong? Are you getting hot?” He asked, resting his hand on your thigh.

The intimate feeling of his sweaty palm against your skin made you swallow harshly. The realization of how this would look from another’s perspective took over your thoughts. You grabbed his wrist and tried to nicely push his hand back. The intent wasn’t to be mean to him, just to silently tell him it wasn’t appropriate now.

You shook your head. “No.. I’m fine.”

Harry frowned, easily noticing that you weren’t okay. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t call me that here.” You snapped, crossing your arms on your chest.

He had only called you that a handful of times last night, and as much as you liked it, you didn’t want to hear it. Liked would be an understatement though, each time the word slipped from his mouth your body received a wave of euphoric energy - it was like the word itself could give you an orgasm. It was a new term he started to use, and it was obviously meaningful to you both already.

“Okay, m’sorry.” He wasn’t sure why you were being this way towards him, and he didn’t want to make it worse. “Anything I can do?”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him, instantly feeling your stomach drop. You were being rude to him when he hadn’t even done anything. This was going to be the last time you saw him for a few days and you didn’t want to end it on a sour note. You let your angry pout fade away and your eyes fall back to your lap.

“I can’t tell you what’s wrong.”

“Who said you couldn’t tell me?” He asked, slipping his hand onto your lower back. He knew that showing affection would be risky, but he didn’t care anymore. You weren’t okay and it was worrying him.

“I said.”

He moved his hand under your shirt and that made you anxious. Your brother could easily come back from the bathroom within seconds and witness this.

“Peach.. don’t be upset, okay? Whatever it is.. just ignore it.”

“I can’t ignore it.” You huffed back, still slightly annoyed.

Harry leaned into you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “You let things worry you too easily, love.”

“Just forget it.” You mumbled back, pushing him away from you.

He stood up, deciding to leave you alone. The last thing he wanted to do was upset you any more than you already were. If he had something wrong, he figured you’d tell him. So maybe it wasn’t him.. maybe something else had happened and you were being stubborn. That was exactly what was happening..

When Stephanie returned, you had hoped she wouldn’t bring Harry back up. Unfortunately, she did. You were focused on Harry as he swung his arm back to hit the tennis ball. Her sudden talking interrupted you.

“You know.. I got to thinking.. Harry’s never really had a relationship, at least not since I met him.”

You clenched your jaw and tried to think about something else as you replied. “A lot of our group haven’t been successful with those.”

“Hm, he must be.. like bad in bed or something. He’s too attractive to be single.”

You were somewhat repulsed by her comment. Even if you had no feelings for Harry at all, you wouldn’t say something like that. His sex life was definitely none of her business and making statements on it was weird.

“Or maybe he’s so good that he doesn’t want to be tied down.” She added.

“I mean.. I don’t really think about that when it comes to any of my friends. He probably just can’t find anyone decent around here.” You said with a shrug, pretending not to care.

“Well, Heidi found someone. You’re in the wedding, right?”

You were glad she moved past Harry again. “Yeah.”

“It’s in what, like, four weeks?”

“Something like that.”

Stephanie started to mumble about the wedding but you didn’t care to listen. Harry let out a heavy groan that caught your attention and reminded you of what occurred last night. You bit down on your cheek and watched closely as he struggled to hit the ball again. He was straining himself and you were concerned with him pulling a muscle. The exact same thing happened to you during the last baseball game, and that cramp was not fun to endure.

“Have you been talking to anyone recently? I remember you telling me about that one guy a few weeks back.” Stephanie stepped in the way of your fixation yet again.

“Um, not really. He was nice, but he was weird.”

She laughed a little. “Too weird for our friends? Have you met us?”

The truth was that you were talking to a guy recently but things ended abruptly on your end. You blocked his number and decided to not say anything about ending the situation to him. You had only met him once and there were no plans for a date. Besides, Harry completely took over that area of your life and he was worth way more than some guy you met at a bar. He wasn’t weird or unattractive or anything along those lines, but you simply weren’t interested. The day Harry kissed you, everything changed.

“Ah, fuck!” Harry yelled out.

You jumped up, terrified to know what had gone wrong. You were becoming more angry with Stephanie because she kept distracting you from Harry. Despite being concerned, you refrained from rushing to his side.

“Time for a break!” Austin said through a laugh.

“I’ll take his spot!” Stephanie said excitedly as she grabbed her own racket and joined your brother on the court.

Harry plopped down on the bench next to you, but not as close as before, with his hand gripping his upper arm tight. You swallowed the lump in your throat and scooted closer.

“Are you okay?”

He huffed. “Caught a cramp.”

“Do you want some water? You’re all.. sweaty.”

He nodded, his eyes still hadn't met yours. You reached into his bag and grabbed his water bottle. You popped open the cap and handed it to him.

Your stomach filled with butterflies as you watched the water run down his chin and drip onto his thighs. He was messily throwing the bottle up, sloshing water all over the place.

“If you weren’t so competitive.. you wouldn’t try so hard and hurt yourself.”

“M’not hurt. It’s just a cramp.” He made a weird face that rubbed you the wrong way. It reminded you of one of your brother's annoying sarcastic faces..

“I’m just saying..”

He didn’t reply, which sort of hurt your feelings a bit more. You were rude to him earlier but you didn’t think it would cause him to be the same way towards you. Normally, he does whatever he can to make you smile or laugh or feel better. Right now, he was giving you exactly what you gave him.

“Do you want me to massage it?”

He let out a breath that seemed more like a sigh. “You don’t want us to touch here, so.. no.”

For some reason - one you weren’t ready to admit to, your emotions were on edge and you felt your heart crack. Harry was never mean to you, he hardly ever said anything negative to you. He’s never really raised his voice or stayed mad at you before. You didn’t like this.

“Okay.”

He sat the bottle down on the ground and leaned his back against the bench. You didn’t know what to say, so you just kept your eyes on him. He was staring off, mindlessly watching the new match. Part of you was worried that he was hurt and he was just lying about being okay, while the other half was nervous that you were annoying him.

Harry’s roaming eyes caught your stare and he furrowed his brows, unsure of why you were looking at him the way you were.”Why are you staring at me?”

The coldness of his words made your stomach fall. You looked down to your lap and instantly everything shifted. You could feel your face reacting as the emotions rushed through your body. All you wanted to do was cry.

“You don’t have to be so mean..” Your voice was gentle, and you got his full attention when you stood up from the bench and walked towards the gate.

You heard footsteps behind you, but you didn’t stop. The destination was the women’s bathroom where you could get some alone time. Harry was hot on your trail though and just as you reached the door, he grabbed your waist and spun you around.

Instantly, he frowned. Tears were swelling in your eyes and your cheeks were red. He knew they weren’t just red from the sun..

“Hey, why are you getting upset?” He asked in a calm voice, one much more pleasing than what he spat out moments ago.

“You’re being mean.” You tried to push his hands down but you weren’t strong enough.

“I wasn’t trying to be. I’m just tired.”

You shook your head. “I was mean to you and you have every right to dish it back out.. but I hate it.”

“Hey, I’m not being mean to you. I’m sorry if it sounded that way.”

Harry didn’t care where you were at, he wanted to comfort you. His hand moved to press against your jaw and you let out a sad whimper. He felt a wave of guilt flood his body. Maybe he spoke with a tone he didn’t realize he had used..

“Peach, don’t cry. I promise I’m not mad at you or being mean, okay? You can be mean to me all you want. But I’ll never be mean to you, baby.”

You whined, frustration building up. “Don’t say that, Harry.. someone could hear you.”

“There’s nobody around us. Relax.”

“I don’t want people to know right now.”

He put his other hand in the small of your back, guiding you closer to him. “I know, I know.”

“Then stop.. being this way right now.” You scratched at his wrist but he still didn’t move his hand.

“I’ll stop if you tell me you understand that I wasn’t trying to be mean to you.” His eyes were pleading with you.

As much as you thought he was being that way, you knew he would never intentionally do anything like that. You could treat him like the worst human on the planet and he’d still worship the ground you walked on - even before he ever kissed you..

“I know, Harry.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.” You nodded, and sighed in relief as his hands left your body and he took a step back.

“Thank you for offering to take care of me, peach.” He said with a smile that made your heart skip a beat. “But I’m okay right now.”

“Just don’t want you to be hurting.”

He chuckled and licked his lips. “I know. You’re too sweet, hm?”

“Shh.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He knew none of your friends were around, but he opted to make you happy.

“I should’ve stayed at home.” Your words made him furrow his brows and slightly frown.

“What happened earlier, hm?”

You groaned and bolted your eyes shut. It felt like steam was rolling from your ears and you were about to explode. Harry could tell that whatever occurred had really made you upset.

“Stephanie said something stupid.”

“Stupid?” He lifted a brow, not believing that was the whole story.

“Yes. Stupid and it pissed me off.”

Usually you were very vocal and stood your ground when someone said something you didn’t like, even if it was one of your friends. But Harry didn’t notice any kind of confrontation earlier. Was it not stupid enough to warrant a verbal protest from you?

“What did she say?”

“It was.. just something rude.”

He lifted his brows as your eyes found his again. “About you?”

He knew that you and Stephanie were close, so the thought of her saying anything mean towards you or about you was hard for him to imagine. You let out a deep sigh and shook your head.

“No.. about you.”

He chuckled, sort of shocked. “Me?”

Harry expected you to give him a short answer, maybe even avoid saying what was actually said. But you surprised him again by rambling out the situation to him. He listened and watched your expressions switch from annoyance to anger to disbelief..

“Just.. she just said she thought you were attractive and she asked me if I thought you were cute.” You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw for a second. “I kept telling her that I don’t see my friends that way. Then, she kept going. She said something about.. being surprised that you were single and maybe it was because you were bad in bed, or maybe too good, and I kept cringing and telling her it was weird to think about that.”

Harry licked his lips and slowly exhaled as the story unfolded before him. He noticed how irritated you were, how red your face had turned and how hard you were tapping your foot on the concrete. It was sort of amusing to him, but he refrained from laughing. You were being serious, and he didn’t want to make you think you were over reacting.

You turned away from him and threw your hands in the air, your attention was now on your own thoughts as they fell from your mouth.

“What kind of person says that about their friend? I mean, it’s nobody’s business what any of us do or don’t do or whatever, it’s so stupid. She really, really pissed me off.”

“I-“

You cut him off, not even realizing he was trying to speak. “This is why I don’t want to tell anyone about this shit because they’re so judgmental. Just because she thinks you’re cute doesn’t give her the right to say creepy things about you. And then have the nerve to ask me what I thought.”

Harry reached for your hand as your arm fell down, but you moved too quickly for him. You were facing him again, that same irritated pout on your face. He figured since you were quiet now, he’d take the opportunity to speak.

“You’re just a little jealous.” He grinned.

“Harry.” You huffed, not pleased with his amused expression.

“You’ve always been a bit jealous when it comes to me, yeah? Even before.. everything happened. And I’m the same with you.. it’s okay.”

Even though you knew he was right, you didn’t want to hear him say it out loud.

“I.. I’m not jealous.”

He scoffed and shook his head. “Yes you are.. and I would be if one of the guys said that about you.”

You groaned and balled your hands into tight fists. “I almost.. exploded. I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up.”

He chuckled back. “Well I’m glad you didn’t, peach.”

Telling him how you felt sort of made the frustration fade away. You were still annoyed and rubbed the wrong way by the things that were said, but other thoughts were taking over. What if you didn’t control yourself earlier and you lashed out? Would Stephanie think you were just taking up for Harry and calling out her rude behavior or would she read into it more? Would she suspect you had feelings for him? The anxiety was building up immensely.

A sigh slipped from your mouth as your eyes fell to the ground. “This is.. hard, Harry.”

He wanted to wrap his arms around you and assure you everything was fine, but he was respecting your wishes of not showing affection publicly. So, he just gave you a gentle smile instead and kept his voice low.

“I know.. just remember that you’re the one in control.. Whoever you want to tell, whenever you want to tell them.. it doesn’t matter to me.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m not telling anyone right now. I’m not ready.”

“I know, and that’s fine.”

You figured it was time to return to the court. “She better not ever say anything like that to me again.”

Harry laughed louder this time. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

He laughed even more as you rolled your eyes and walked past him, ignoring his comment. He followed you back to the court, a smile stuck on his lips as he thought about your jealousy. It was sort of attractive in an odd way. The thought of you being protective over him was intriguing. No matter what though, he knew that if he were in your shoes.. he would’ve been just as jealous.

[a/n: sorry I’ve been away for a while.. had a lot of personal things happen back to back that wrecked me.. anyway, here’s a little update :) I know it’s not very long or filled with smut but pls remember this is a series that will have multiple part that aren’t smut. thanks for coming back for this one! More to come soon ❤️]

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