#rockstar!harry x y/n

[sparkrls]

delayed proposal

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Summary: in which Harry’s got a few secrets up his sleeve and Y/N just wants to know if he’s going to propose

Author’s Note: this is the blurb i was talking about with bandmates!harry x y/n. remember to like and reblog because i crave validation. love ya <3

Word Count: 1.1k

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“Are you going to propose soon?” Was the last question Harry expected to be uttered out of Y/N’s bright pink lips.

It was just another Sunday night, the couple trying to enjoy those last fleeting moments of weekend relaxation before Monday arrived with the usual burden and obligations of being working adults.

In little less than 12 hours, Y/N would be back to her 9-5 job being an assistant to a high-class executive of a finance company. Her boss had too much authority for being so irresponsible and more money than anyone would need in a lifetime. What a luxury it must be to have your dad pass down a company you didn’t know how to run down to you.

Her boss wasn’t a horrible person, he was quite respectful and kind when asking her to do tasks, he was just a very exploitative executive. He had learned from his father to be unbending and demanding.

Y/N’s work paid a good wage, enough for her to pay her bills and still have a bit left. She wasn’t one to buy luxuries, though, preferring to save money up so she could one day quit her 9-5. And then dedicate herself to the things she did every day after work: picked up her red electric guitar, adorned a black skirt that bordered on too short, and perform for (currently small) crowds of people who cheered her band on as they played.

There wasn’t anything Y/N loved quite as much as the rush of being on stage, the bass making the stage shake with each loud thrum, sticks clashing with plates of a drum and the velvet voice of an angel, Harry singing through the microphone and his eyes on her and her fingers moving over the fret of the guitar.

They played small clubs and rundown bars, getting payed a poor wage for the extrenous effort used to get four adults with full time jobs to align their schedules in order to rehearse. Sometimes all they got were free drinks, but they took what they could get and did it for the love of it.

That was how they got here, on Harry’s couch, his arm draped around her shoulders, and her head on his chest. They were watching Bluey, the way they did most nights they spent together. He would always roll his eyes when Y/N suggested it, pretending to hate it, but she knew it was his favorite show, and he always cried at the emotional episodes.

Their instruments lay forgotten on the table, his blue guitar next to her red one, as they’d spent most of the afternoon drinking beer and writing a new song.

It was a question that had been lingering in the back of Y/N’s mind, and she wasn’t quite sure why she chose that moment to blurt it out, but she did. “Are you going to propose soon?”

Harry’s gaze turned to her, eyebrows raised in light surprise, a small breath exhaled between his lips in a faint chuckle. “What?”

It was too late to take it back, so Y/N sat up and told him, “You’ve always talked about wanting to settle down and get married.” His features remained in small confusion. “We’ve been together for a while. Are you going to marry me?”

“Well, of course I’m going to marry you,” Harry said, like it were some scientific fact that everyone knew and was unchangeable. “You’re my forever, baby. I’ve written about a hundred songs about it.” His lips turned up in a smile. That smile he wore every time he told her he loved her, with a cocky and smug edge as if he were teasing her, laced with affection.

“I don’t mean we have to get married this instant, but I just, I guess we’ve never talked about if we were getting engaged or when and I-“

“Baby,” Harry cut off her nervous rambling, chuckling. He kissed her, soft lips with cracked edges from the cold and dry weather. “I already know what ring I’m going to buy. I’m just saving up for it.”

Y/N’s mind blanked for a moment. “You’re already thinking about rings?” Her lips parted in surprise.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, silly girl. You’re not the only one thinking about marriage.” He smiled at her, reassuring her that he was just teasing. “In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Y/N said, still in shock. Here she was, getting all nervous and insecure about marriage and he had already been planning to propose. Her question now seemed a bit foolish. She looked up at him and said, “You know I don’t need some needlessly expensive ring, right? You could buy it on Aliexpress and I couldn’t care less.”

Harry looked at her with slight amusement. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said with a small nod. “It’s stupid to spend money on a ring when it doesn’t make much of a difference.”

Harry sighed. “Baby, it’s not about the ring being expensive. It’s about the ring being a symbol for my devotion to you. And I want my devotion to be apparent in the beauty of it.” He tapped the finger on her left hand where the ring would lay. “No, I don’t have to spend money on an expensive ring. That’s why I’m not just getting a huge diamond. I’m getting something you’ll love.”

“But it’s expensive and it’s a waste of money on a simple ring-“

“Is it just a ring? Or is it a symbol of matrimony, of us being together forever?” Harry said gently, correcting her statement. “Not to mention you’re going to be wearing that ring every day ‘till you die.”

Y/N made a sound of contradiction. “Unless we get a divorce.”

Harry stared at her blankly for a few moments. He deadpanned, “Not funny.”

“Kinda funny,” Y/N said with a small smile.

She waited for Harry’s stern gaze to soften with adoration the way it always did. It only took a few moments for his composure to crumble and he leaned in close to her. His nose grazed against hers as he muttered quietly, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

The way he said it sounded like a declaration of love. Everything he said to her did. Because his love could never be called in to doubt. It shone through every word he uttered, every song he wrote, every thing he did.

His lips locked onto hers once again, the tension in his muscles melting away as if all he needed to feel complete was to be pressed against her. To have every inch of skin surrounding her, the taste of beer still on her tongue, and the scent of spring enveloping his senses.

“I’m going to marry you,” Harry uttered, an oath murmured against her lips before placing a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close once again.

[eternalbuckley]

[repost because i accidentally deleted the original post 💔]

18+ thoughts, minors dni, afab!reader

rockstar!mattheo whose heart you fully have and his songs are all about you. everyone knows you’re his and he’s yours. your boyfriend who loves to take pictures or sextapes of you while he‘s buried inside of you, you’re on top of him or whatever you do while you have sex. he even lets you film him if he‘s fucking you, fingering or eating you out. whatever dirty things you two do. those videos and pictures are privately saved for only the two of you.

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[fawngirl222]

meeting rockstar!remus

summary - you meet rockstar!remus for the first time, and he's more than infatuated with you.

pairing: remus lupin x reader

word count: 0.4k

genre: fluff

You squirm in your seat, uncomfortable at the many wandering eyes on you. You lost your friend a while ago, probably surfing through the crowds.

"Hey, you." You can't really make out the face in the dark, "What's a pretty girl like you doing here?" It's Remus Lupin, bassist of the Marauders. He's way out of your league, socially and physically.

He's a lot more attractive than you thought. His sandy brown hair falls in front of his face and a large red scar covers his nose but it's cute. He slips right beside you on the empty sofa. "I'm just with my friend— but I can't seem to spot her." You frowned,

"That's alright." He flashes you a warm smile. "What's your name?"

Your name rolls smoothly off his tongue, his presence is equally scary as exciting. "I'm Remus." He seems rather intrigued by your presence, engaging with you more than anybody here.

"I know. Isn't this your... party?"

"After party for our album. You a fan?"

"Just a little, heard a few"

"Moony! Who's the pretty girl" You blushed, it was the rest of his boy band. James Potter and Sirius Black.

"Pretty?" You questioned.

If your friend was here, she'd faint. You were a bit embarrassed, you didn't exactly belong here and you weren't even semi-popular.

"Just met her. She's lovely."

"James, and Sirius." They both put out their hand, "Hi, I know, my friend is obsessed with you guys."

"And you're not?"

"I'm a fan, a bit. I've heard some stuff, it's really good."

"She's a keeper." You felt flustered, not used to the attention. Maybe they had, maybe they always went up to "pretty girls" but until five minutes ago you never considered yourself one.

He senses your nerves, and his hand reaches out for yours. He searches for something behind those eyes, "Hey, wanna get out of here?" It's a bit impulsive for him. To ask a girl he's never seen before, especially him and with his status. He has a feeling about you though.

"Sure." A part of you feels bad for ditching your friend back at the party, and the other doesn't when you see her hanging off the arm of Sirius Black.

"You're very pretty"

"What?"

"Back there, you questioned it. You're very pretty."

You blush, "I think you're pretty too."

You think you can’t get any redder than you already are, but he pulls you in the big limousine and holds your hand tight and he says, “Management is gonna kill me, but how can I resist? You’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen here.”

author's note: i'm scared of posting this, it's my first writing in a while:,) I adore rockstar remus though.. just something short and sweet

[wordsarelife]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: you’re not particularly happy about theo’s song, all while he doesn’t even admit it’s about you.

warnings: none i think, apart from cursing :)

notes: mention of twitter because i refuse to call it X (elon musk is a puppeteer and i’m not falling for his schemes)

this is also still a bit of introduction, getting their dynamic and getting to know the other characters (april!!) better.

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you woke up to your phone, flooding over with messages. most of them were from your best friend, april.

you and her had met in first grade, stumbling into each other. she had been new to town, knowing no one. it only took a week for the two of you to become the best of friends. she knew best of your hatred for theo, how it all had went down, from being friends to not even looking in each others direction.

y/n?!?!!!

the first message read. you ignored the twenty following ones and scrolled down to find the latest one.

give me a call when you're up. you won't believe this

you sighed, internally sacrificing the idea of a calm morning and raising your phone, already calling her.

"hey" she said and you could hear the unsureness in her voice.

"is everything okay?" you asked confused. april was normally the opposite of calm.

“yeah” she muttered and then it all came out at once “theo wrote a song and i’m pretty sure he wrote it about you. get ready, i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, okay?”

“he did what?” you asked flabbergasted, while you put her on speaker and opened twitter, checking if there was any evidence. “what the fuck” you muttered once your eyes landed on cursed legacy’s latest post.

“did you see the post?” april asked alarmed “you did right?”

“yeah” you muttered while you scrolled past the reposts “i mean pixie dream girl? do i look like a pixie dream girl?”

april was silent and you closed your eyes exhausted.

“i’m sorry, y/n”

“not your fault” you walked into the bathroom, already putting toothpaste onto your toothbrush “well have some time if you’re gonna be here in just fifteen minutes”

“i thought we could drive to sammy’s and have breakfast”

“just what i needed to hear now” you breathed “i’ll see you in fifteen”

“yeah” you could practically hear her smile “wait! don’t listen to the song alone, okay?”

“yeah” you muttered “i promise”

“it’s not as bad as it thought it would be” april said as soon as you had sat down in her car.

“you’re only saying that to make me feel better, aren’t you?”

“no, i promise I’m not” she assured “you will think it’s bad the first time you hear it, but it’ll become more and more harmless”

“how many times have you listened, april?” aou asked through clenched teeth.

“only like fifteen, but i needed to analyze”

“sure” you rolled your eyes “you don’t have to lie to me, it’s alright if you like the song. my feud with theo has nothing to do with you”

“really?”

“really” you nodded. you loved april incredibly, she was the sweetest person on earth.

“i only like it so much because enzo sings the backing vocals” april had been in love with enzo since the third grade. even though you had told her about a million times that enzo was in love with her too, she never acted on her feelings. you weren’t sure if it was because she was scared or because of you and your hatred for theo. still, enzo was your favorite out of the band and april knew that. you would never have a problem with them dating, you just hoped she knew that too.

“and?” you raised your eyebrows, sensing that there was something else she wasn’t telling you.

“and it’s really catchy” april admitted.

“well, I never said that theo can’t write, i’m just not a fan of him as a person, but his band and their songs are alright. so are you going to let me hear the song or are you not finished briefing me yet?”

she smiled, before she pushed the play button. you noticed her fingers trembling and the unsureness as she send you as smile, before she parked at the side of the road.

“what are you doing?”

“saving our lifes” she shrugged.

before you could ask her anything else, theo’s voice was already flowing through the car. the song was a mix of pop and rock, it took a lot to not bop your head along. the melody was really addicting and you hated theo even more.

“maybe the song isn’t even about me”

april send you an uncomfortable expression. you could tell that she was sure it was “maybe”

she's an average girl, with tangled up hair,

her laughter's like nails on a chalkboard, it's more than i can bear.

she flutters around, like a clumsy old crow,

leaving chaos behind her, wherever she goes

she's a mess wrapped in chaos,

a thorn in my side, no matter the cost.

she'll stumble and fall, then blame it on me,

i'm tired of her games, can't you see?

“well, it definitely is about me” you nodded with a forced smile.

“yeah” april nudged your arm “but the chorus is kinda nice, i guess”

you send her a look and she smiled apologetically. as soon as the song had ended, you were more than glad that she had decided to park. you got out of the car and the first thing you did was scream at the top of your lungs.

“fucking idiot!” you screamed “what the fuck is wrong with him?” you turned to april who had been quick to climb out behind you.

april shrugged her shoulders. “i don’t know” she said “how could he?” the way she forged the anger made you almost laugh. she was trying to be angry, she really was, but april was really rarely angry, not even when you two would fight. she wasn’t making fun of you, she was trying to relate.

“i’m gonna climb up the stupid tree, smash his window and throw everything that he loves out and when i’m finished.. then, then i’ll burn his stupid song book! ha!”

“you should totally do that!!” april screamed back “or maybe we could take all this anger and put it into something useful?” she suggested

“like destroy his car?” you perked up.

“no” april smiled while she walked back to the drivers side and took out a blog and a pen. “you could write everything that your feeling down and after we had breakfast, we’ll burn it on the bridge on our way to school”

“i don’t know if that will cure the murderous rage i’m feeling right now”

“we could try?”

you nodded and couldn’t help but smile at the way she was always trying to fix you. sometimes you wondered if she stayed up late only to google therapeutic ways to handle anger or sadness. she had never ending ideas considering that topic.

while she drove you both to sammy's you spend your time writing down everything you were feeling. the absolute anger and general questions and critique you had considering some of the song lines. when had you ever blamed him for something that happened to you? you could only think of a few things and all of them had been absolutely rightful. what games was he talking about? the way you were not interested in upkeeping any sort of relationship and he made it his daily task to annoy you to the best of his ability?

who was really playing games?

you finished your writing right as april parked the car, resulting in one full and another half page and a single sentence scattered on a third one. you held the two pages in her direction and watched as she put them in her bag.

"we'll burn them after" she assured you "what about the third page?" she asked as she noticed the single piece of paper you were folding up.

"that is for me" you explained "i don't want to forget how i felt"

"okay" she smiled unsurely "as long as you didn't plan theo's murder on that, it's fine"

"no promises" you shrugged and april laughed as she followed you into the restaurant.

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you ran into theo sooner than you had anticipated, almost making him topple over on the stairs of the school. april was right about to run into you, but could stop just a second before colliding. she turned her head to the side to look around you and theo, noticing enzo behind the other boy.

“hey enzo” she greeted smiling.

enzo smiled as he noticed her, a rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks. “april, hi” you could see that he was trying to say something else, but before he could do so, theo started talking.

“watch where you’re going”

you sighed “just who i needed”

theo smirked, already guessing that you knew about his bands new song. “what was that?”

“nothing” you shook your head “what is wrong with you, theodore?”

“woah, theodore huh?” he raised his hands, laughing as he saw how angry you were “that does not sound like nothing”

“don’t act stupid” you rolled your eyes “you know exactly what I’m talking about”

“do i now?” he quirked a brow.

“pixie dream girl, really?”

“our new song?” theo wondered “what about it?”

you would’ve loved to just give him a gentle hit so he would fall down the stair, but you were smarter than that, at least you hoped.

“it’s obviously about me”

“well, it doesn’t say your name”

“no” you dragged the word out “but we both know you called me pixie since we were kids. don’t act dumber than you are, theo”

“no need to get offensive” theo tried to nudge your arm, but you pulled it back before he could reach it. “so you accept that as your official nickname? because as far as i remember you always hated me calling you that”

“i still do”

“so then the song is not about you” theo shrugged.

“one line literally says ‘she turns behind the window glass’ and my window is the only one that happens to be right in front of yours” it was a bit shameful that you could recall the line from the top of your head and you had to admit that the song was kinda catchy.

“it’s about a fictional girl”

“sure” you nodded, smiling ironically “just like daddy issues is. do you really think I’m an idiot, theo?”

“do you really want me to answer that question?” theo shot back and your smile died down. the two of you knew that both songs had been written about you. theo was good at writing songs, but also at fighting with you, so it had been easy to recall the lines he had said to you after he had incorporated them in his song.

daddy issues had come out with nine other songs a few months ago. it had been the second single on cursed legacy's debut album. you hated to admit how much the track had hurt you, how theo was able to use something you had trusted him with, against you. he was one of the few who knew about your issues with you dad and he had always been able to calm you down after one of many fights. to hear the sentences he used to whisper to you, used in the chorus really felt like a knife in your back.

but you and theo weren't friends anymore and you had to accept that you would never be again. he wasn't going to go easy on you.

“stop writing songs about me” you said, finally having enough of the endless back and forth you were used to with him.

“stop making stuff up” theo answered with a smile, before he straigthened his backpack and turned around, walking down the rest of the way.

“we have geography” you reminded him.

he just shrugged, before he turned around. “you don’t mind bringing me your notes later, do you?”

“fuck you” you spat and the grin on his face frustrated you.

“is it alright if i accompany you two?” enzo’s voice made your head turn. you had completely forgotten that he had been there the entire time.

“sure” you nodded and he smiled gratefully.

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it was only during english that theo and also mattheo, who suspiciously always disappeared when theo did, turned up again. without an invitation, theo sat down in the open seat beside you. april was sitting on your right side and next to her enzo, who had also followed right after your friend for the next class and was seemingly not about to leave her side. so this arrangement left place for theo and mattheo to sit down on your left side.

"hey, pixie" theo greeted, still spotting that annoying smirk of his. you would have loved to smack it right off his stupid face.

"i had hoped you wouldn't be coming back"

"and just leave you hanging like that?" theo raised his brows "i could never"

you could've guessed that he would show up for english. you hated to admit it, but theo was pretty smart and english was not only his best, but also his favorite subject. it often seemed like he was mrs walkers favorite, considering she loved to read what he wrote and you had to admit he was doing a great job at writing the bands owns songs, even if some of them were about you.

"you're right" you nodded your head, acting as if you just remembered something "now that i think about it, i remember how little maturity you have in you"

"shot right through my heart" theo gestured to his chest and mattheo next to him had the nerve to giggle.

"what are you laughing at?"

mattheo's smile died down. "i see, we're not having a particulary good morning, are we?"

"well, you're onto something, genius" you said sarcastically.

"jeez" mattheo tried to hide behind his best friend "she must've heard the song" he whispered loud enough for you to hear"

"obviously i did, riddle" you rolled your eyes "does at least one of you have critical thinking skills? because this is getting repetitive"

mattheo kindly ignored your comment about his intelligence. "i really don't get you, i didn't think you would be this angry, honestly. i mean, it's just a harmless song isn't it?" mattheo shrugged "who can say that a band wrote a song about them?"

"harmless?" you repeated laughing in disbelief "you called me and i quote 'clumsy old crow'"

"oops" theo looked up the ceiling, as if something interesting was happening up there. you could see the amusement on his face and you hated how much fun he was having by only listening to you and mattheo talk.

"we also called you enchanting if it helps" mattheo smiled.

"it doesn't" you deadpanned and his smile faded.

mattheo shrugged "as i said before, i'm not getting you. the song might not be the nicest, but you have to think into the future. in ten years you can brag about the song!"

you send him a look "not the nicest" you repeated "your little bitch friend here is a petty asshole, who cannot, for the love of him, let go of anything" you said every word as slow and calm as possible, so mattheo was able to follow your train of thought. "and also i am thinking into the future. right now your band is as famous as my left toe and will probably always be. in ten years one of you will, a hundred percent, be in jail and if it's not zabini, i bet it'll be you. so, nothing to really brag about, you get me now, matty?" you leaned back in your chair with a triumphant smile. mattheo was pretty stunned at what you had said and it took him a few seconds to find his confidence.

"wha- i'm not gonna be in jail" he crossed his arms. theo next to him just shrugged and mattheo looked at him in betrayal. "okay, maybe, but only because i threw out a tv from a hotel room after we got that record deal"

theo's head turned at him as fast as yours did.

"record deal?" you asked.

"yeah" mattheo laughed, before he turned to theo in confusion "you didn't tell her?"

theo shook his head "it's not like we're the best of friends, mate"

"well, i thought because of le-" theo had elbowed his friend into the side, which made mattheo shut up immediately.

"what about leo?" you leaned over theo, knowing that he would rather ignore your question than mattheo would.

before mattheo could answer you, or theo stop him from doing so, mrs walker walked into the room, effectively shutting up the whole class.

you took one last irritated look in theo's direction, whose eyes were fixated on the teacher in front of you, before you turned to the book april and you were sharing, opening it to the right page.

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[missmielyhoran]

Little Helpers

Harry needs a bit of help, and who's better than his two little gremlins...

90sRockstar!Harry × Reader

A/N- Happens wayyyyyyy long in the future, like at least 10 years after they meet. Harry and reader are in their mid 30s

Only Angel Masterlist // Masterlist

*****

It was your birthday.

And Harry was struggling.

You've been out in New York for last week or so for work while he has been staying home with kids.

To say they're pain in the ass is an understatement, but he made his bed (or hot tub), so he had to lay in it.

Harry was the "fun" parent, to say the least, cause he can't say no, and those gremlins even tho they're only four years old are way too good at getting things their way.

Meanwhile, you knew how to shut down something you knew they didn't need. Like the large Nerf gun, Harry got them in secret and then had to listen to you yell at him while those two giggled from the stairs in timeout.

But that wasn't the problem right now.

The problem was that the house was mess, the kitchen was mess, it was your birthday and he doesn't know how to cook, clean all at the same time while taking care of kids who are already running around in backyard.

It was times like these he was amazed by how his mother, and even you did everything so efficiently. Never once did he saw a thing out of place when you stayed with kids, and he had to go out.

(Maybe cause you made the kids clean up after themselves while he sees one look of their puppy eyes and melts)

He took a deep breath in and called for the kids, "Jack! Soph! come back inside" He yelled, which caught the twins' attention. Their little head snapped towards him, and soon enough, they were running in giggling still in their pjs.

Harry shook his head and walked back inside and saw them talking to themselves. They were literally each others best friends, always attached to the hip, partners in crime, and he hoped they're like this when they grow up.

"Kids, kids and kids!" He announced dramatically. Twins giggled again, "There is only two of us, dada. Why are you saying kids three times?" They looked at each other and laughed again at Harry's trying to be mad face.

"Hey smartasses listen to me." He flicked their head lightly, "It's your maa's birthday today"

The twins' eyes went wide, and then Soph jumped, screaming "birthday" making Harry laugh. "That means we will get cake?" Jack asked his dad.

"You will if you help me" Harry shrugged, "Whoever helps me out the most will get the bigger piece!" Harry said.

Twins looked at each other again and then their dad and nodded their head quickly, "I will help you" Jack said, "Me too" Soph said in tow.

"Well then, let's start with this room. Pick up all your toys and everything else and put them where they should be." He said, walking towards the kitchen sink. It was an open plan, so he could still see the kids while cleaning up the kitchen.

He looked at the clock, and it was still 4 hours left to your arrival. He could do it.

He hopes he can do it.

*****

Harry was surprised and amused when he looked up and saw two heaving toddlers sitting on the ground.

"Well done babies, you did such a great job" He said, squatting down to their level and kissing both of their heads.

"We know" They said together. Harry laughed at that cause even if the kids looked like him, their personality was yours. Sassy, witty and smart for their age.

"We put everything in different boxes so you could see who did more work, and my box is the most filled" Jackson said cockily and Soph rolled her eyes.

"I'm just going to steal more from dad's plate" she said without any care as much as Harry would like to think otherwise it was true. He lost his right to have his own food when he become father and he's okay with it (to certain level). Harry still very much amused with their banter over cake slice, goes to the kitchen, and fetches both of them their water bottles along with a bowl of fruits.

"Why don't you two drink some water and eat all those fruits and then come help me bake the cake?" Harry asked them immediately, getting nods as an answer from hungry babies.

He took out all the ingredients while the kids ate and arranged them, so it was easier for kids to "help" him.

Soon enough, they were all done with their snacks and were standing on the large wooden stool beside Harry, watching him make the cake. Both of them have large chefs hat on and custom matching aprons Harry got for all of them for when they would cook together on Sunday mornings.

He was in the middle of cracking egg when Sophie started to fuss, "Dada I want to do it too!" She said, pouting.

Harry brought the bowl in front of her and stood behind her holding her hand, which had egg in it, and then cracked it open and put it in the bowl. Sophie giggled, finding amusement in cracking eggs, which made Jack feel left out so Harry did the same with him too.

The kids helped him as much as they could, with bringing him stuff, and finally, the cake was in oven.

Jack and Soph sat in front of the oven watching the cake like hawk cause in their words, "we want it to be perfect like maa makes it". Harry cleaned the rest of the kitchen.

"C'mon babies bath time." He announced which much to kids displeasure meant they had to move away from the oven. Harry literally had to drag them upstairs with Soph in his left arm and Jack in right.

"You two are getting heavy for me to pick you up and roam around" he said, groaning at the feeling of back ache rising.

"No, you're just getting old, dada." The twins laughed. Harry rolled his eyes at them and flicked their heads.

"In the bath. Your maa will have my head if you two are dirty" He said, starting the warm bath of them.

*****

There have been times Harry felt proud of himself, and right now, as he watches the clean house, clean kids, and a not burned cake, he feels proud of himself.

Kids were watching TV in the living room when they heard the car pull up in the driveway, and everyone was set on their mission.

Harry quickly lit up all the candles. Meanwhile, kids stood in the position near the door with paper confetti in their hands to throw at you.

Meanwhile, you feel exhausted as you get out of the car. The fashion week of this year was hectic. You were so busy you didn't even remember it was your birthday until you opened he door.

Colorful confetti flew on your face as you heard "happy birthday" in unison. Your kids stood near the door with the biggest smile on their faces with your husband behind them with cake in his hand.

"Omg, thank you so much my little munchkin" you said, sitting down on your knees and pulling twins into tight hugs. All exhaustion and stress were lost as you saw your favorite people.

"Hey, I'm also here." You heard Harry whine, making three of you laugh.

"C'mon maa, we want cake!" Jack said, first making you laugh. You kissed both of their cheeks and stood up, walking towards your husband.

You pecked his lips and smiled, "Thank you, baby." you said with a warm smile matching his. "My absolute pleasure angel" He said, kissing you again.

"Those gremlins helped me, or I was ready to have a panic attack this morning," he said, chuckling.

You brought the cake to the kitchen, Harry stood beside you his arms around your waist, and kids stood on the stool on your other side.

"Maa make a wish!" Soph said. You nodded and wished for your family to stay just like this forever and blew the candles. Jack and Soph clapped while Harry leaned down and kissed your cheeks.

Cake slices were cut and put in plate for all four of you and as you and Harry stood in the kitchen with your head on his shoulder watching your kids banter over who's slice is bigger you never felt more content.

This is all you ever wanted.

*****

I think they're my favorite couple after Harry and Autumn.

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary : Remus writes a song about you. Based off of Arabella by The Arctic Monkeys. You and him are just sitting in his bedroom one night and he has his guitar and note book out. You just blissfully admire his genius.

warnings : tooth rotting fluff :) arabella acoustic??

pairing : leadsinger! Remus Lupin x fem! reader

a/n ： lead singer! Remus is my new obsession and won’t shut up about it. Please send requests <3

The night air was blowing softly through the window, as the only light in the room was a lamp on Remus’ bedside table. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, admiring the way he practiced at his guitar. He was mainly just playing around with cords, focused on creating something. He had this one melody stuck in his head and he needed to practice it.

Remus’ brows furrowed trying to articulate the sound in his head on to paper, but most importantly into the instrument in his hands.

“Whatcha working on?” You asked curiously. Your pink baby doll night gown brushing against the soft sheets as you moved next to you boyfriend.

“A song,” he said simply, then adding. “About you,” he smiled softly, a smirk playing on his lips.

You’re breath hitched, “you’re writing something about me?” You asked, like that was somehow unbelievable.

But Remus was head over heels for you. He felt like he needed you around all the time. You needed him too.

“Yeah, it’s rough but I have some lyrics written down.” He said, showing you the notebook. The pages were crinkled and there was no lack of coffee staines.

“She’s got a seventies head, but she’s a modern lover,” you read from the notebook. You blushed, liking the way Remus though about you.

You kept reading, “And her lips are like the galaxies edge.” You passed the notebook back and smiled.

“This is about me?” You asked, surprised. You couldn’t believe it. Remus smiled and nodded, leaning into you.

“Yes it’s about you. It’s all true too,” he said, looking at your eyes and then at your lips. You blushed, his scent of chocolate and cigarettes becoming intoxicating. “It’s about when we first met,” Remus further explained. “You we’re so enchanting I knew I just had to know who you were.”

You and Remus had met at a party his hand was throwing after a concert. Your friends had dragged you along, because they were obsessed with the new rock band in the area.

Listening to their music, you became a fan of there’s. Now you were dating their guitarist and lead singer.

A memory of you and him kissing in a closet at the party made you blush. Originally, the two of you just wanted to get away from the large crowd of people.

“I love it so far. Does it have a name?” You asked, leaning in close to him with a soft smirk.

“The song will be named after you my love,” he said matter of factly. Then he pulled you into a kiss, it was both equal parts soft and passionate. Your lips captures in his perfectly.

“I really was enchanted to meet you,” he said, pulling away and brushing hair away from your face.

You couldn’t get the smile out of your mouth. “You’re too good for me Remus. I don’t deserve you,” you leaned into his touch.

“You deserve the world. You deserve a song,” Remus said, leaning in to kiss you again. You kissed back, pulling him close to you.

You couldn’t wait until the song was finished and to hear it played at one of the Marauders concerts.

a/n: I had a blast writing this!! sorry if it’s short tho. thank you for all the support in recent days love ya <3

[xoxizzy]

❝ send you my love on a wire, lift you up every time

✧.* sirius black x fem reader

﹫ rockstar au (both you and sirius are in a band)

﹫ synopsis: sirius finds himself in need of makeup help; he locates you, his girlfriend for that help, even with all the makeup artists in the venue.

﹫ cw: lowercase intended, sitting in laps (not sexual), not proofread at all, wrote this pretty fast lmao, shitty writing once again, characters prob don't act how they would irl if that makes sense ig?

^᪲᪲᪲ you dipped your finger into the small container holding silver sparkles; a gift that remus had bought for your birthday a few months back. brining your hand up to your face, you gently dabbed the glitter on your cheekbones, your hand movements blending the lightly wet makeup into your skin smoothly.

suddenly the door to your backstage room swung open, revealing the infamous sirius black; who was also your boyfriend. "hi darling," you smiled, making eye contact though the mirror you sat infront of.

"hey love," he mused, coming to stand behind you; eyes roaming over the makeup layed out on the table. "i thought we had makeup artists to do this,' he laughed, making eye contact with you again through the mirror.

you scoffed. "oh please, we all know they are mainly for james. he can't keep his hand steady for the life of him," you moved your head to the side to view the glitter and make sure it was evenly spreaded out on your face.

sirius laughed again. "right about that, my love," he moved from behind you to sit on a nearby chair. you looked over at him, now just noticing that he didn't have any makeup on. "lovely, think you could do my makeup" he asked, smiling at you rolling your eyes at him.

"what happened to having makeup artists do it?" you asked, though you sat up and motioned for him to sit in the chair you just were.

he sat up, smiling at you. "yeah, buttt" he said, dragging out the end of the word as he sat down. "you always do it better than them," he explained, moving his curly hair out of the way so you had free roam of his face.

"they have degrees in cosmetology," you giggled, helping him move his hair out of the way.

he scoffed playfully. "then how come you don't have one?" he asked. "your looks always look better than theirs," he countined, his hands coming up behind him to gently hold onto your upper arm.

"oh sure," you replied, but your attention was now mainly on his makeup. "what look do you wanna do tonight, siri?" you asked, bringing your other hand to caress his jawline from your position behind him.

"well first," he said. "i want you infront of me, love," he countined, motioning with his free hand for you to sit in his lap. you smiled at his antics of always wanting to be close to you.

'whatever you say darling," you mused as you got comfortable in his lap. his hands eminently went to your waist, securing you in place. "hom, im gonna need to be able to grab the makeup," you laughed. his hands only tightened around your waist, his head coming to rest in your neck; his movements being mindful of your makeup.

"we still have an hour before going on," he mumbled from his spot in your neck. "we can cuddle for a little bit," he hummed, thumbs rubbing circles into your waist.

you giggled lightly. "whatever you say, siri." you brought your arms up to his neck, bringing the two of you closer together. "would you want to match makeup today?" you asked, hand mindlessly messing with his dark curls.

you felt him grin from his spot in your neck. "i'd thought you'd never ask, love,"

— song from title: black sheep by metric —

[daaydreamy]

show-off

summary: harry’s not as sweet as y/n’s bandmates thought he was. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, handjobs, overstimulation, voyeurism

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“Oh, what’s wrong? Now you don’t even wanna look at them?”

Harry could only whine in the back of his throat and shake his head, trying to bury his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck as an attempt of hiding the embarrassment and humiliation coursing through his entire body, from his head all the way down to the tips of his toes that only poured more arousal into his brain. He tried, he really did, but Y/N gripped his hair tightly, tugging at his roots and he winced, whimpering quietly. 

Y/N looked away from Harry for a second and looked over at her bandmates, a smile playing on her face as they watched Harry writhe and squirm in her arms. They leaned back into their chairs, eyes traveling to all parts of Harry’s body. They couldn’t touch though, of course, all they could do was watch and say things that would make Harry burn hotter. It felt like his body had burst into flames and he couldn’t do anything about it anymore but to let it consume him. 

Y/N used the palm of her hand to rub Harry’s sensitive tip, the mess he made on her hand previously making it easy, and a wet gasp slipped past his lips, eyes squeezing shut tightly as he tried to do the same with his thighs. Y/N was sat behind him though, with him sitting between her legs, one hand gripping his curls and her leg swung over his thigh to keep them both spread. 

“Look at them.” She murmured softly and Harry forced himself to peel his eyes open, blinking the blurriness away and looking at all of them ogling at him. “They’re just watching you. Watching me turn you into a stupid mess, yeah? Maybe we’ll mess you up even further later, hm?”

“Oh it-” Harry gasped again, “It hurts, please, I wanna- I wanna be good again. For you and- and for them, please.” He whimpered and let out a soft sigh, making Y/N make a ‘tsk’ sound, only pressing her hand firmer down onto him. 

“Well, I think they’d be more than willing to see you at your best.” 

a/n: rockstar!y/n and shy!h :-) part two?

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[tammyjackson50-blog]

five years ago || P.2

(writing without any plans, just what U'm thinkung at the moment, so I hope that it will turn out ok lol)

//<;- Part one // Part three ->

Summary: What happens when you find your way back to a good friend from the past through a song he wrote five years ago?

A week later

It has been a week since I made that post , and ever since then I didn't return the note with his song back to the box, I put it right next to my computer.

I already memorized the note because of the number of times I have read it.

I didn't believe that he would see my post, like, what are the odds? But….I check my email every day, even though I'm trying to just forget about it.

Anyway, it has been five years, will he even remember it at all?

"Bestie, did you check your email?" Kat asked, "Yes, I did, nothing new, Katie, we should just forget about it, it's a bit ridiculous, I guess," she laughs. "Oh, come on, don't tell me that you don't want him to see your post, that you are not waiting to talk to him again, so he could write songs for you again."  I looked at her smiling—" not funny, didn't laugh “.

She got up and went over to the door of my room. "Come on, party pooper, let's go out , maybe an ice cream will cheer you up." I got up. "Who said that I'm upset?”.

The weather is getting hot, summer is around the corner.

"Kat, do you really want to go out of town now?" I asked my very lovely friend, who just loves doing stuff spontaneously. "YES, It’s going to be fun! " she said as she held my arm while we were walking towards the freaking train.

20 minutes later

"Ice cream, Katrina, ice cream," she looked at me, rolling her eyes, "I know, Y/N, I know! Sorry, Mcfly, but I know this good place, and they have amazing ice cream” She calls me Mcfly because of my favorite movie, "Back to the Future." 

"I really hope that this ice cream is worth it, Styles." guess why I call her like that.

Few minutes have passed, and there are a lot of people in the train station, obviously, people who are going to work, people who are going to meet their friends or family members, hang out, and there are people who are not going on the train, people that are trying to make money by singing or playing instruments in the train station here.

Our train finally came, since there were many people it was kinda hard to get into the train.

As the door opened we were getting pushed by the people around us, people that are trying to get into the train like we are.

As we tried to get in,I accidentally pushed someone, causing them to drop the drink they were holding.

Somehow I managed to bend down to the floor to pick up the drink, while all the people around me rushed to the train.

I just prayed that I wouldn't get pushed or something.

“ I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to” he got up and I looked at him “ no no that’s fine- Y/n? “ Everything stopped, for a moment I forgot about the train and Kat, it felt like a weird dream, he was the last person I thought I'd see “ Eddie? “ it was hard to even hear what he was saying because of the loud noises in the background but I swear that he said my name. “ Y/N WE NEED TO GO “ Kat grabbed my arm and then he held my hand, I don’t know what he tried to do but everything was going so fast that I held his hand for a second and I was already on the train.

We didn’t find a place to sit in the train for obvious reasons, we were a bit squashed because of the amount of people that were in the train.

I looked at my hand trying not to drop what I'm holding—a ring, a ring that slipped off one of his fingers, a ring that really made me believe it was really him and not just someone who looked like him.

Back at home

It was a nice day, honestly , and it went by really fast.

After we got out the train I told Kat what happened before she grabbed my arm so I wouldn't miss the train. We were in the line for the ice cream, it did look like a very promising place if you ask me.

“ What the fuck Y/n, are you joking ? “ she said and her voice was getting high from what I told her “ I wish I was joking Kat, I’m really confused “ the line was getting shorter.

“ What are you going to do now? “ I looked at the ring and said “ no idea Katie, probably nothing you know “.

We were talking about what happened, Kat wanted me to have fun and not overthink so much ,so we went to the mall and we just enjoyed the day together until the evening.

And here I am now, sitting in front of my computer in the dark, thinking about what happened in the train station, until my thoughts were cut off when a notification sound came out of my computer.

I got a message from my Gmail, so I clicked on it,

It was from someone named

- @ Michelle86

would you like me to continue?

Btw, my favorite movie is back to the future lol

[mulledcherrywine]

anyone have any good HS1 era/rockstarbf!harry fic recs????

[sparkrls]

set a love alight

MASTERLIST

part of the bandmates! harry x yn au

Summary: in which Y/N makes mistakes and Harry remind her she’s only human

Author’s Note: just needed some emotional Y/N with sweetheart Harry. remember to like and reblog because i crave validation. love ya <3

Word Count: 1.3k

•••

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Y/N cursed, pushing past the mess of wires and equipment backstage and pushing through the door of the emergency exit. The door swung open, slamming against the brick wall before clicking shut again.

Kicking at a small rock in the gravel, Y/N tried to release her fury. A choked sob escaped her raw throat, the burning reminding her of the fatal mistake she’d made that night.

Ambition had been her downfall. She’d let herself be overly confident in her abilities and had reached too high, her wings scorched by the sun.

Y/N fell to the ground. She didn’t bother to sit down gently, simply just letting her knees give out beneath her. She curled her knees up to her chest, hugging them and linking her hands together.

The hem of her skirt rode up, reaching her upper thigh. Usually, she might tug it down, but she was a bit too busy crying to even think about something so trivial like her skirt.

A pair of hands settled on her shoulders. Y/N was startled at the sudden touch. She could’ve sworn she was alone.

Eyeliner and makeup smudged from crying, Y/N looked up to find that Harry was crouched in front of her, his gaze soft and warm. She quickly tried to wipe her tears away, but he caught her wrists and pulled them down to her sides.

Harry’s voice was soft, barely a whisper, “Baby. It’s okay.” He was handling her like shattered glass, doing his best to not slit his hand while picking up the sharp fragments. “I’m here.”

Y/N didn’t like for people to see her cry. Not only was she an ugly crier, but she hated when people saw her so vulnerable. It felt wrong. And she didn’t cry often anyways. But when she did, it was messy and wild.

“I screwed up,” Y/N whispered, hating how her voice broke when she was barely audible. A pool of shame gathered in her stomach, weighing her down and suffocating her.

Harry sat down next to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. He leaned forward to meet her eyes. “Yeah. You did. And?”

“And?” She said, her voice raising a bit. “And I humiliated myself. I was so fucking bad.”

“You were nervous and you made a mistake,” Harry said steadily, his voice never raising. “It happens to the best of us.”

“I shouldn’t have taken that solo,” Y/N said with the shake of her head, another tear spilling against her will.

They had decided to perform their new song, ‘Set A Love Alight’. Y/N and Harry had written it just three weeks ago, and they decided to play it at this gig they’d booked at the bar they regularly played at, 17 Black.

After a long time of reluctance and hesitation, Y/N had decided to do the song as a solo. Up until now, Harry was always the one singing. Occasionally, Sarah or Mitch would sing a verse or two, but for the most part, Harry was the vocal powerhouse. Everyone liked it that way, everyone felt comfortable.

And Y/N had never dared to sing anything except backing vocals. And for the last few months, Harry had been trying to convince her to sing at least one verse of a song. He’d hyped her up, encouraging her to do so and telling her how amazing her voice was about a million times.

After a long time of pleading, Harry’d gotten what he wanted and more. Y/N took on the burden of an entire song. And tonight was not only the debut of the new song, but also of her voice.

Weeks of rehearsals had fallen down the drain when Y/N started singing and her voice came out shaky with nerves. Her hands were shaking and she didn’t hit the right chords on the guitar. And her lungs started constricting, making it hard for her to complete the lines without gasping for air. And all of this combined into the messiest performance the band had ever performed.

At the end of the song, Y/N was holding back tears and the small amount of people paying attention to the band clapped politely, but she heard the whispers of judgement. And when she turned to look at the band, the three of them were looking at her with pity in their eyes.

That was how she’d rushed off stage, thrusting her guitar into the hands of someone she passed by, possibly even a bystander just walking by. She didn’t even look at their face before walking out in tears.

“Love, you’re a good singer,” Harry said with a small sigh, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered shut. “You got nervous. It happens to everyone. You just have to learn how to control those nerves, that’s all.”

Y/N took a shaky breath, holding back a sob. “I made everyone look bad.”

Harry let out a small laugh. Y/N opened her eyes to glare at him. He rushed to say, “Baby, I wasn’t making fun of you, I swear. I just… I’ve made countless mistakes on stage. My voice has cracked, I’ve missed high notes, I’ve mixed up verses, I’ve sung off-key. But my mistakes don’t take away from my talent.” He pulled her forward to hug her. “Not to toot my own horn, but I’m a good singer. Because I was persistent and a hard worker. I didn’t give up even when I had moments where I sounded like shit and thought I had humiliated myself to a degree no other human being ever had.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Which part?” Harry asked, curiously. He was ever as bright as always, but so soft and gentle. He was a sweetheart above anything else.

“Getting on stage and giving an amazing as fuck performance each time,” Y/N said. She shook her head. “You’re amazing, H.”

Harry shrugged. “It’s what I know how to do. I’ve done it my entire life. The same way you always play the guitar ‘amazing as fuck’.” He scrunched his nose up at her as he mocked her words. She let out a small chuckle. He smiled, pleased at himself. He always pulled a smile out of her. “It takes time and experience. I promise next time you get on stage to sing you’ll be better. Not perfect, just better. And someday, you won’t even remember tonight as anything more than just another story to tell and laugh at.”

Y/N pursed her lips, silent for a moment in thought. He was right. He always was.

Somehow, Harry always managed to make the tears seem like just another silly hurdle to jump over. The world seemed so much easier to face when he spoke about it so simply.

And with Harry holding her in his arms, who wouldn’t be ready to take on anything the universe threw her way?

Harry let out a small sigh, running his fingers through her hair. “You’ll be okay, love.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Harry always took care of her with love. Not as if she were fractured sharp glass, but as if she were a bouquet of flowers you settled into a vase with care as to not let a single petal drop.

And Y/N wished she were as sweet as him. She wished she could be as good and pure as he was, to give him the affection he needed. The care he gave her was the kind he should be receiving.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered, starting off with something small to remind him of her love.

Harry smiled, as if she’d made some grand declaration of love and hung a star in the night sky for him. “I love you too.”

[landoslvr]

MRS HARRY | h. lewis

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs harry'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x harry lewis

faceclaim: liya joelle

notes: first piece for mrs harry out of the wag universe. love making these kinds of edits, I make them constantly on @sunsetkerr. the style is completely from the loml @whoetoshaw. liya is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs harry, hopefully you like it!

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yourinstagram playing in the sun with all of my bestest friends 🛥️

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user she's everything to me

user I feel this post in my soul, I can't describe it

taliamar you really are a rockstar 🌟

yourinstagram says a literal popstar

user mother is mothering

wroetoshaw living laughing and loving

yourinstagram oh yeah!! wow!!

user they mean so much to me

user where is that swimsuit from in the 5th slide?

yourinstagram I got it from the iconic, but the tag says 'une piece'!

user thank you!!! a true girls girl 🥹

theburntchip always nice to see my husbands mrs on the timeline

user shes so fine

user how to look like mrs harry tutorial, no borax

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yourinstagram ran away for the weekend (again) to celebrate harry getting older

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user I swear they're always somewhere

user how harry is tapping that I'll never understand

user major fitty

bezhinga red card behaviour

user explains the last sdmn sunday with no bog

user too busy getting laid

yourinstagram guilty

faithlouisak oh how I love you and only you

yourinstagram you and me (and olive) against the world

user she is too good looking for this world

ksi drown him

yourinstagram roger that mr integrity

user it feels like they just got together but they've been together for what?? 6-7 years?

yourinstagram 8 in march 🫢

user take me to spain instead y/n I beg of you

user I want whatever y/n is drinking to stay looking that good

yourinstagram drink lotssss of water and wear sunscreen until you shine like olive oil babe x

user if harry ever fumbles this, I'm swooping straight in

wroetoshaw you can have her, she kicks in her sleep and uses all the hot water

yourinstagram we have electric you moron

[justlemmeadoreyou]

5. seasoned to perfection (restaurant owner!harry x chef!y/n)

(part 1 here) | (part 2 here) | (part 3 here) | (part 4 here)

Summary: Harry comes back, and the pent-up tensions and frustrations from the day you met are released, in the literal sense. he's vulnerable too, but it's for your eyes only..

Words: 6k+

Warnings: Fluff, Smut. P in v sex in the driver's seat 🤭, kissing, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

***

Harry was back in Chicago two days later, just as he'd promised. A profound sense of relief washed over you the moment his broad-shouldered figure appeared striding through the airport terminal - he looked exhausted and careworn, but his stride was purposeful, that familiar spark of intensity simmering behind his hazel eyes.

Despite the lingering worry etched into the lines of his face, Harry flashed you a lopsided grin as he drew closer. "Well if it ain't my star pupil, coming to greet her mentor like the proper respectful protegee she is."

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, unable to suppress the matching grin that tugged at your own mouth. "Don't get too full of yourself there . I'm just here to collect on those celebratory drinks you promised."

"Is that so?" Harry's raspy chuckle sent a shiver down your spine as he closed the remaining distance between you. Up close, you could better make out the faint smudges of fatigue ringing his eyes, the weary set of his shoulders that hinted at the emotional toll this family crisis had already exacted. 

"I sure am lucky you pulled through like a total rockstar the other night, darlin'," he said, voice softening with sincerity. "Don't know what kind of state my head would be in right now if that whole gala affair had gone pear-shaped on top of everything else."

You felt your chest constrict with sympathy at the undercurrent of weariness bleeding into his gravelly timbre. For all his towering self-assurance, it was still far too easy to catch glimpses of the profoundly lonely man beneath.

"Hey," you said softly, emboldened enough to reach out and give his forearm a reassuring squeeze. "It's gonna be okay, you know? One way or another."

"Yeah, I know," he acknowledged after a beat, hazel eyes crinkling faintly at the corners as he regarded you. Impulsively, Harry reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face in an unexpectedly tender gesture. "Thanks for being here, pet. I could use a friendly face right about now."

You felt your breath catch at the gentle rasp of his rough fingertips grazing your cheek as they fell away. A look passed between you, heavy with unspoken undercurrents simmering just beneath the surface.

Harry seemed to catch himself after a pregnant pause, giving a slightly brusque clearing of his throat as he took a half-step back. "Anyway, I'm betting you're just aching to hear all the dirty details about how your old mentor totally knocked it out of the park running my crazy-ass centerpiece for the gala, am I right?"

The teasing rasp was back in full force, but you could have sworn you detected an undercurrent of...flirtation? Nerves fizzing in your veins, you forced an answering grin. "Well, I definitely wouldn't say no to getting an extremely thorough debrief on all the specifics."

"That's what I like to hear," Harry chuckled, reaching down to snag your bag before you could protest. "C'mon then, let's get out of this madhouse. I'll fill you in on every juicy detail over a proper meal - hell, I might even let you buy me a congratulatory drink for once."

You rolled your eyes at his cheek but didn't object as Harry slung your bag over his shoulder and began leading the way out of the crowded airport terminal, one calloused hand at the small of your back guiding you through the milling crowds. The innocent point of contact still managed to raise gooseflesh along your skin.

"I hope wherever we're going has a full bar," you quipped once you made it outside, drawing a rich chuckle from your mentor.

"Have I ever let you down before on the booze front, darlin'? Though I gotta warn you, I might have to start cutting you off early tonight if you get too sloppy with the drinking."

You snorted indelicately. "Please, like your liver could even hang with mine these days. I'll be the one cutting YOU off before the night is over, old man."

"Old man?!" Harry's brows shot upward in mock outrage. "Well aren't you a cheeky little thing. Maybe I oughta just turn this reunion car right back around, huh?"

You grinned unrepentantly. "And deprive yourself of soaking up my full admiration for how flawlessly I executed your crazy dish the other night? I don't think so, Chef. You're stuck with me now."

A look you didn't quite catch flickered over Harry's face before his expression softened into something tender and...admiring? "You got me there, pet. I really am damn lucky I've got someone as fiercely dedicated and hardworking as you lookin' out for me."

He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze as the valet pulled up a sleek black car. "C'mon then, let's go get that drink and hear all about how you made your old mentor proud once again."

With that, Harry opened the passenger door in a surprisingly gentlemanly gesture, making a theatrical play act of ushering you inside before circling around to the driver's side. Despite the lingering exhaustion evident in his features, an unmistakable lightness and sense of humor had returned to Harry's manner now that he was back in your company. You found yourself charmed all over again by his trademark swagger and grit.

Once Harry had pulled out into Chicago's hectic downtown traffic, he gave a weary but contented exhale. "God, I really did miss the hell out of this place while I was gone. Nothing quite like the thrill of the culinary world, am I right?"

"I'll say," you agreed easily, draining the last of your bottled water. "That whole gala evening was an adrenaline rush like none other."  

"So go on then, darlin' - give me all the dirty deets from the frontlines." Hazel eyes glittered with renewed energy as Harry flashed you a wolfish grin. "Did Thomason end up being a totally insufferable hard-ass running the kitchen in my absence, or what?"

Unable to resist indulging him a bit, you launched into a play-by-play recap of how the evening had kicked off. "Well, I'll say this - your boy definitely mastered the art of brusque delegating from the moment I stepped through those doors."

"That definitely tracks," Harry chuckled in amusement.

You held up your hands in a placating gesture. "But honestly, he managed to not be a total nightmare for once. Sure, there were still barked insults and slews of obscenities flying around...but Thomason weirdly seemed more patient with me than usual."

"My best guess is that the hardass saw how much weight I was putting on your shoulders to make sure the night went smoothly," Harry supplied. "He knows damn well not to get in my way when I've got a white whale in my sights."

You felt an undeniable swell of pride at his matter-of-fact confidence in your abilities. "Well, whatever the reason, I can't deny Thomason at least made sure I got briefed on every single responsibility under my purview upfront. Nothing left out or unclear."

"Good, that's what I want to hear," Harry nodded in approval. "You damn well better have been prepped to the gills on every last particular after all the hours we spent running scenarios during practice."

"Oh he made sure of it, believe me," you assured him wryly. "I don't think my head stopped spinning from all the prep tasks and oversight duties he laid on me until we were halfway into evening service."

"That's my girl, always rising to the occasion no matter what fresh hell gets thrown your way," Harry said with unmistakable pride. His gaze flicked over to you with open fondness. "So go on then, I'm dying' to hear about the actual execution part. Did the crew and I at least have you guys trained up good to handle the intricate stuff?"

As if on cue, your mouth curved into a smug grin. "Does a flawless plating of your avant-garde centrepiece dish answer your question? Because let me tell you, Chef, those practice runs may have been hellish - but they paid off in spades. We didn't miss a single beat from start to finish on that thing."

Pride resonated in Harry's rumbling laugh. "Ha! That's what I like to hear. I knew I could count on you to hold down the fort and keep those yutz line cooks from falling apart under the pressure."

"Wow, you really are impressed, huh?" You couldn't resist teasing him a bit. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day where Harry  dolled out such lavish praise."

Harry shot you a wry look, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "What can I say, you bring out the sappy side in me sometimes, darlin'. Must be all those gooey mentor-mentee feelings."

You laughed, giving him a playful shove. "Sure, keep telling yourself that's what it is. I think we both know the real reason you're so proud of me right now."

"Oh yeah?" Harry's voice dropped an octave, taking on that low, rumbly timbre that never failed to send a shiver down your spine. "And what's that, sweetheart?"

You felt your cheeks warm at the heated undertone in his words, suddenly very aware of the charged tension crackling between you in the confines of the car. Clearing your throat, you opted for a subject change. "So, uh, I have to ask - how are things with your mom? Any updates there?"

Harry's expression sobered instantly, some of the lightness dimming from his eyes as he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel. "It's...been a rough couple of days, that's for sure. But the doctors seem cautiously optimistic after running all their tests and whatnot."

He exhaled a ragged sigh, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the road ahead. "They were able to get her stabilized, at least. Still lots of treatment and recovery ahead, but...the prognosis isn't quite as dire as we initially feared."

"Harry." You reached over to cover his hand with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "That's such a relief to hear. I'm so glad she's going to be okay."

He glanced over at the contact, eyes flickering with some indecipherable emotion before he slowly turned his palm to lace his fingers through yours. The simple gesture felt impossibly intimate in the dim confines of the car.

"Yeah, me too, pet," Harry said gruffly. He fell silent for a long moment, seeming to struggle against the swell of emotion welling up behind his gruff exterior. When he finally continued, his voice had gone low and husky.

"I gotta admit, having to leave everything and fly out there on such short notice...well, it really puts a lotta stuff in perspective for me, you know? Reminds me that there's more to life than just the goddamn kitchen for once."

You felt your breath catch at the sudden vulnerability in his tone, the rawness shining through those rough-hewn features. This was such an unprecedented side of Harry - one you'd never seen him display so openly before. He wasn't the type to indulge in sappy feelings or put his heart on display.

And yet here he was, opening up to you in a way that felt profoundly intimate. Impulsively, you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, silently urging him to continue.

Harry's gaze was soft when he finally looked over at you again. "I've been so focused for so damn long on my career, on chasing that elusive Michelin star...putting in more hours at the restaurant than I do actually sleeping most weeks. It's been all-consuming, you know? To the point where I've let other important stuff get shoved to the back burner for way too long."

There was a weighty pause before he added in a quieter tone, "Stuff like...well, like relationships. Connections with people outside of the kitchen brat pack. Hell, even making time for my own family before it's too late."

His calloused thumb brushed over your knuckles, sending sparks skittering across your skin. "Being out there this week, it made me realize how much I've let slide while chasing my big culinary dreams. How many people and opportunities I've missed out on by being so goddamn single-minded about the hustle."

You felt your heart give a hard thud in your chest at his words, an undercurrent of meaning thrumming through every syllable Harry uttered. Was he actually...was this leading where you desperately hoped it was leading?

"I don't know, Y/N," he continued, voice going soft and rumbly in a way you'd never heard it before. "Maybe it's time I start setting aside room for more than just food in my life again, you know? Making space for the other shit that actually matters in the end."

Without warning, the car slowed before pulling over to the side of the road. You looked around in surprise, momentarily disoriented - only to suck in a sharp breath when you felt the warm press of Harry's palm cradling your jaw, gently but insistently turning your face towards his own.

His hazel eyes were turbulent but gleaming with unmistakable intent as they roamed over your features, seeming to drink in every last freckle and curve. "Like people," Harry murmured, deep voice gone even more rough and gravelly. "Important people who've been right there in front of me this whole damn time, just waiting for me to get my head out of my ass."

Your mouth went dry as his thumb brushed over the swell of your lower lip in a devastatingly tender caress. "You've been so goddamn strong for me lately, darlin'," he rasped. "Taking charge and killing it even when I had to bail on you guys. Honestly, I've never seen someone rise to an occasion like you did with that whole centerpiece service."

A surge of molten heat flared in his gaze as Harry slowly, incrementally leaned closer with every gravelly word. "Which just makes me wonder...what if I told you how crazy you've been driving me lately with that fierce, take-no-shit attitude and work ethic? How distractingly sexy it's been watching you come into your own in the kitchen?"

Coherent thoughts fled in the wake of his scorching words. All you could process was the heated intent burning from every line of his expression, the delicious timbre of his voice as one calloused palm slid around to cradle the nape of your neck.

Any remaining space between you evaporated as Harry drew inexorably nearer, heated breaths fanning over your parted lips. "Maybe it's time we both stopped ignoring this crazy tension that's been building between us, eh?" His words were nearly a growl, sending liquid fire pooling low in your belly.

"Tell me you want this as badly as I do, darlin'," Harry rasped, nose brushing against yours. "Tell me, and I swear to god I'll - "

Whatever devastatingly filthy promise he'd been about to make was suddenly cut off as you surged upwards to crash your lips against his in a heated clash of hunger and need. Harry made a noise of surprise that quickly morphed into a guttural groan as his big hands pulled you flush against his powerful frame, deepening the kiss with smoldering intensity.

All the frustration and undercurrent of want that had simmered untapped for months between you both finally found an outlet as his mouth slanted hungrily over yours. Harry tasted like smoky whiskey and roasted espresso, the scents you'd unknowingly committed to memory from hours spent shadowing him in the kitchen. Now you could finally indulge in the addictive flavor without restraint, losing yourself in the velvet heat of his lips and the wicked stroke of his tongue.

A desperate whimper escaped you as Harry's fingers wound through your hair, tugging just enough to angle your head for even deeper exploration. He swallowed the sound with relish, growling low in his chest as he took control of the ferocious give and take - a twin to the commanding yet sensual way he moved around the kitchen.

Time seemed to lose meaning as you kissed with reckless abandon, hands roaming wildly over the other's body. Your fingers brushing over Harry's hard pecs and rippling abs, committing every ridge and plane to memory. His calloused palms skimming over the flare of your hips, teasing at the sliver of exposed skin above your waistband as he tugged your shirts aside.

"Fuck," he growled, still cradling you tightly against his muscular frame. One hand drifted up the length of your spine to sift through your tousled hair, something breathtakingly tender. "Been wanting to do that for way too goddamn long, sweetheart."

You let out a shaky exhalation, riding the waves of tingling euphoria coursing over your skin. "Me too," you confessed in a huskier tone than you'd ever heard yourself use before. "God, Harry, I–” you stopped the rest of the words before they escaped your mouth, afraid you were going too far too fast. But he tilted his head downwards, raising his eyebrows and asking you to tell him whatever the hell you wanted to.

“I– say it, darlin’” he urged, swiping one thumb over your face, grazing it tenderly across the apple of your cheek, “No more secrets”

Eventually, the scorching inferno of desire raging between you banked to a low, smoldering burn...though no less devastatingly intense for the minor reprieve. Finally, you drew back just far enough for Harry to rest his forehead against yours, harsh breaths intermingling hotly.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and looking straight into his emerald eyes, “I–I, fuck, I need you, Harry. So–so fucking bad it–hurts”

You confessed, and the look that crossed Harry's face was one mixed with relief and the tiniest hint of lust.

You didn’t need to tell him twice because you barely had the time to catch your breath when he crashed his lips down on top of yours, claiming them once again. He slid so he was more close to you now, hands gripping the back of your head and keeping your face in place for him to kiss you hard. He had been waiting for this for so long–all the longing glances, the pent up, fucked up frustration in him–he was bearing all of it into the kiss that left your mind dizzy and lips swollen./

“Fucking exquisite”

He praised you, and you blushed into his mouth. It was all a blur after that–he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you from the passenger seat and maneuvering you into his lap. You lowered yourself down, the front of your jeans making a slight contact with the tip of his clothed cock, and the whine he let out was pure sin.

“Gonna make me burst”

He held on to your hips, kneading them in his palms as he watched you settle on top of him. You skillfully aligned his seat as abc as it could go, so he was almost laying down while you sat on top of him. 

“THose hands–they aren’t just good in the kitchen, are they?” he teased, and since now you were on top, you were feeling more powerful.

“Mhmm,” you agreed, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his chest, smoothening your hands down his golden chest, “Wait till you see what else I can do with these”

He let out a gasp as you leaned in, licking up his abs, and kissing his butterfly tattoo. His hands slid to your waist, kneading the soft flesh in his palms and letting you admire and worship his body.

“Cheeky minx “ he said, but the words were swallowed into a groan as you sucked on his nipples, biting them softly and smirking when he rolled his hips upward. He was getting desperate, hips lifting up every now and then in need for relief.

You continued the onslaught of kisses, but wanted to give the poor millionaire some relief. You reached for the button of his pants, undoing it and unzipping his fly. Sitting back up, you pulled them down to his knees, and the sight of his boxers tented…his cock begging to be released from its confines made your mouth water.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He sat back up, making you fall back against the steering wheel but caught you just in time, resting his palms on your back. Once you were stable, he undid your jeans as well, wasting no time in pushing one hand inside.

“Oh fuck–Harry–” you cursed, and he could see it on your face–pure lust and arousal. He began to swipe his fingers between your lips, spreading the wetness around and finding your clit–expertly rolling the soft bundle of nerves between his fingers that had you curling your toes. He looked straight into your eyes while doing that too–watching you fall apart from just his fingers.

Once he was done teasing you, he circled his fingers around your entrance, which was completely, devastatingly soaked. You had been dreaming of this for so long–wanting this for so long that now when you were finally going to have him, it felt straight out of a dream.

“So fucking wet–all for me?” he asked, and you nodded, “All–all for you, chef”

“Fuckin’ tease” he cursed before pulling his fingers out, which were now covered in your slick and arousal, and pulling his boxers down, letting hsi cock spring free.

You had seen many cocks. In porn, in real life. But seeing his cock–thick and long, slightly curved towards the tip, which would make it the perfect fit for your needy pussy. The tip was a perfect shade of purplish-red, with a few drops of precum oozing out and making your mouth water once again. You wanted him in your mouth. And he did too, but right now, there wasn’t much time.

You lifted yourself up, pulling your jeans and panties down in one go, till they were near your knees just like his. Positioning yourself right on top of him, he gave his cock a few stroked before resting one hand on your hip. You placed your hands on his shoulders for support, and once your pussy was in contact, his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.

But he didn’t push it in just yet–rubbed it back and forth between your lips, till your legs threatened to give out, and you squeezed his shoulder.

“Alright, no take backs–” he whispered, and aligned it with your hole, and you pushed yourself down on him, and fuck–was it worth it.

Once he was inside, your mouth fell open. You had been wet, and he hand;t prepped you too much because of it. But the sweet burn of him pushing it in fully–it fueled into your pain kink, and you bit your lower lip, getting up and lowering yourself down on him fully, till your hips were touching his heavy balls.

“So full, I–I feel so fucking full, Harry–” you told him, and he nodded, his adam apple bobbing. He pulled you down for another kiss, and using both hands, he began fucking you on him.

You moaned and screamed into the kiss, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your cervix, his precum leaking from his tip continuously. While you were sure you would be able to take the lead, giving up control and letting him use your body however he wanted–it made you feel really fucking good.

“Good, so fucking good, pet, so tight and snug around me, aren’t you? Could fuck you for days, I swear–”

You would get back at him on that promise for sure, later.

“Denied me of this sweet cunt for so long–gave me those fuck me eyes the first day you came into my restaurant.”

You tried to shake your head to tell him how that wasn’t true, but the words lodged in your throat. You didn’t know how you looked at him, he did.

“No–no Harry, fuck–, I–I wanted to–”

“Fuck me, hmm? The first day you saw me?” he teased, and you pulled his ear lightly.

“No, you dumbo. I–I wanted to push you against the counter and pin your hands beside you and–”

“And fuck me?” he finished your sentence once again, and to get back at him, you squeezed around him. You did it with all the strength you had, and you could swear you felt him harden just a little bit more inside you.

“And how is that different from what I said?” he asked, and you placed your hand over his mouth to shut him up. You tried to ride him this time, using his strong chest to fuck yourself up and down, till your wetness was pooling on the base of his cock. It was a wet mess–your arousals mixed together on the top of his thighs and you were positive it slipped through to the seat.

“Make me–make me cum, chef-” you said, and you felt him smile against your palm. You lifted it up, and he pinned your hands behind your back immediately.

“Chef, huh?” he taunted, and pulled you down for another kiss, halting for mere seconds before you came all over him–wetness oozing out and wetting his cock and balls. He pushed his tongue inside your mouth, the movements mirroring those of his cock in your pussy. It wasn’t long before he came too, emptying himself into your snug heat with a low groan.

He made out with you throughout–never letting your lips rest as his seed filled you up to the brim. The warm feeling had you dizzy, being filled up by the man you admired and wanted for years.

Once you were relaxed, tongues dancing in slow motions, he pulled out and pulled your panties back in place, saving his cum from falling into embarrassing places. You rolled your eyes at him, adjusting your clothes and sitting back on the seat beside.

His eyes gazed into yours with adoration, the car filled with the smell of sex and sweat. The lingering scent of finally giving into something that was building up since day one–it made you feel happy and vulnerable.

He reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, letting his palm linger against your cheek in a tender caress.

"You know, I meant what I said before about not wanting to let this amazing opportunity between us slip away," he murmured, eyes shining sincerely. "After everything we've been through, you've become one of the most important people in my life, darlin'."

You felt your heart swell at his words, leaning into his touch with a soft smile. "And you're one of the most incredible men I've ever known, Harry. I'm just...I'm so grateful we finally took this leap together."

Chuckling warmly, Harry pulled you into a snug embrace, pressing his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. "Well, you'd better get used to having me around then, sweetheart. Because I don't plan on going anywhere."

Reaching up, you cradled his whiskered jaw, marveling at how such a hardened culinary genius could look so endearingly unsure in the wake of baring his heart. A soft smile curved your lips as you stroked along the line of his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Harry," you began, keeping your tone low and earnest. "I just want you to know...what we share goes far deeper for me than just some crush or physical attraction. You've been such an incredible mentor, certainly - pushing me to my limits and helping me discover a resilience I didn't know I had. But more than that, you've also become one of the most important people in my life these past few months."

He seemed to still against you, holding his breath as he searched your expression intently. Encouraged by the yearning shining from those soulful hazel eyes, you pressed onward.

"From the very first day, there was just...something about the way you carry yourself in that kitchen, so passionate and uncompromising in your artistry. It inspired me in a way I've never experienced before. And as I got to know the man behind the chef's coat better and better, that admiration grew into something...well, something I couldn't ignore or push away, no matter how much I tried."

You gave a rueful chuckle, shaking your head. "Not that I'm proud of how I handled that, especially at first. I was so terrified of being just another young line cook with an embarrassing crush on the big-shot chef, you know? Of risking the most rewarding professional relationship I've ever had by letting feelings get in the way. So I tried my damnedest to squash it down and keep things strictly business between us."

Harry made a low noise of understanding, one calloused palm drifting up to cradle the side of your face with ineffable tenderness. The pad of his thumb brushed over your lower lip as he gazed at you with naked longing.

"But the more time we spent together, the more I came to realize I wasn't alone in what I was feeling," you continued, emboldened by the smoldering affection gleaming in his expression. "Those heated looks and moments of banter that always left me weak in the knees...the way you'd find any excuse to touch me, even if it was just your hand on my back or brushing my arm. And don't think I didn't catch that molten vibe you gave me after the gala service the other night, Harry."

You gave a breathless chuckle at the memory, watching in satisfaction as his eyes darkened perceptibly from the reminder. "Point is, it's been pretty damn obvious to me for a while now that this crazy, inexplicable tension has been building between us. And after tonight...after you pour your heart out about wanting to open yourself up to something deeper outside of just the kitchen...well, I knew I had to finally stop fighting it."

Cradling his rugged features between your palms, you gazed at Harry with profound sincerity. "I don't want to just be another protegee you take under your wing, Harry. I want...god, I want so much more than that if you'll have me. As more than just your mentee."

The silence that fell between you seemed to stretch out into infinite stillness - until finally, Harry broke it with a shuddering exhalation. His features softened into an expression of pure affection and naked vulnerability.

"Darlin'," he murmured in that low, gravelly timbre that had haunted your dreams. "I gotta say, you're one hell of a woman. Smart, fiercely passionate, and talented as all hell in the kitchen. Any chef in their right mind would count themselves lucky to have that kind of force on their line."

One calloused thumb brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead in an achingly tender gesture. "But the more I got to know you, the more I realized you were so much more than just a hell of a cook. You've got this...this fire inside, this core of unshakable integrity, that shines through in everything you do." 

A slow, lopsided grin curved his mouth as Harry seemed to drink in your features hungrily. "Truth is, I've been half in love with you since the first time you went toe-to-toe with me over mise en place and didn't back down one inch. Kidfron called me out a while back, said I needed to get my head out  and stop being an idiot about my feelings before I lost my shot with you. And you know what? He was right."

You heard the sharp breath you sucked in at his unexpected confession, suddenly feeling lightheaded from the rushing euphoria of having your own deepest desires affirmed. Harry's smile softened into something unbearably tender.

"I meant what I said earlier, about needing to start making room in my life for stuff that actually matters now," he murmured. "No more letting amazing opportunities or people slip through my fingers while I'm off chasing the next culinary high, you know? From here on out, I wanna do this thing with you - the real deal, not just heated flings or fooling around when it's convenient." 

One calloused palm drifted up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing over your wildly fluttering pulse. "That is...if you're sure you want to go all in with this crazy bastard and whatever baggage he's got. Because I sure as shit don't plan on letting you go after everything we've been through, darlin'. You're stuck with me now."

The last words were issued in a low, rumbly rasp brimming with naked want and promise. You felt a shiver of pure yearning race down your spine as Harry slowly, inexorably drew you back into the smoldering field of his orbit.

"Just to be clear," you murmured, drunk on the whiskey-smoke scent and pure masculine essence of him, "I am absolutely, one-hundred percent sure I want to dive into this thing with you, Harry . The real deal, as you put it - not as mentor and mentee, but as...as partners in every sense of the word." 

A smile you couldn't suppress bloomed over your features as you nuzzled his whiskered jaw adoringly. "You, me, and whatever crazy culinary adventures lie ahead...I can't wait."

Harry rumbled out a low, contented chuckle that vibrated against your skin deliciously. "Sounds perfect to me, darlin'," he rasped, "Absolutely freakin' perfect."

Silence fell between you then, stretching out in a tender, infinitely rich moment of shared affection and promise. Of two hearts irreversibly entwined, embarking together on an endeavor that would change the course of both your lives immeasurably.

Though the road ahead would surely present its own tangle of twists, turns, and daunting challenges yet to come...in that ephemeral pocket of stillness, cradled in the heart of Harry's powerful embrace, you had never felt more vibrantly alive or certain of the path destiny had laid out before you.

No matter what obstacles or battles awaited around the bend, you knew without a shred of doubt that you would confront them as you did everything else - side-by-side with your partner, your equal, your soulmate in every possible sense. Two culinary spirits, unified at long last in a blissful, rapturous understanding.

The rest of the world could keep spinning wildly outside the sheltered cocoon you had woven together. But in this perfect, crystalline moment frozen in time...nothing else mattered beyond the blazing truth ignited between you. From here on out, you would walk through the fire of any culinary pursuit, hand-in-hand, soul-to-soul alongside the man who held your heart.

And in the end, that's all that would ever matter again.

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guys!! the poll decided: our love interest will be Theo!! i'm super excited to start planning and writing the series!

reminder: it's going to be a rockstar/band au and enemies to lovers!!!

characters that will be featured (in the band):

theo as lead singer, enzo as guitarist, blaise on the drums, draco on keyboard and mattheo as bass player!

so here's one last thing i need to ask and i'd love to hear your input on, before i start planning:

(please send requests (so not to spoil or reveal too much)

what are moments/ scenes you want to see?

suggestions for a band name??

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Long Live

Harry does his first ever tiktok live...

90sRockstar!Harry × Model!Reader

A/N- i- just read this...I cried thinking about this

(It's 2023, Harry and Reader are in their early 50s, Jackson and Sophie- 19)

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"Angel do I look good?" Harry asks you as he props his phone on the stand Jackson setup before he went to the studio.

"You always do Baby" You chuckled from the loveseat watching your husband fix his graying hair for millionth time.

It's been a long time since Harry and band stopped performing. The last album they released was almost five years ago and today was band's 25th birthday. So, Harry's management asked him to do a live stream.

He obviously didn't how amything worked considering the old man he was which you always told he wasn't seeing as people your age were still having kids while yours were about to go to college.

He felt old.

He noticed the whole time he was live as multiple comments rolled in. He thought tiktok was fun, Sophie even got him to make some with him which he thought was silly but again very fun.

"Hi I'm Harry" He introduced himself as if everyone already didn't know who he was. You shook your head amused.

"Oh there are so many people. How do I talk to them? Is it like face time?" He asked you but you were just as confused.

"I think you read the comments and reply to them babe" You guessed as you saw multiple people asking different questions and some sending weird emojis.

"Oh" He read the comments and laughed, "They want to see you Angel" He said and pulled you from the loveseat to beside him and wrapped his arms around your frame.

"Hi" You said laughing.

"As you all know it's my band's 25th anniversary so I decided to this live thingy my kids taught me the other day. I can't perform anymore any of us can't especially Mitch and his old man bones" he said teasingly knowing his best friend will see this.

"My kids are so smart cause if it was upto me I would've never been able to do this" He said as he read people finding it funny and sweet that he didn't know how to use tiktok.

As if on queue Sophie walked into the living room typing away on her phone.

"Sweety come here and say hi. I'm live on tiktok" Harry said eagerly. Sophie laughed and slid beside her dad putting her head on his shoulder.

"Do you guys know she got into Harvard? All by herself." Harry said proudly, "I don't even know where she got it from none of us are smart"

"Hey, I'm smarter than you" You said slapping his chest.

"I'm dumb as fuck Angel, Evie is smarter than me" He said laughing which turned into a cackle when Evie meowed from her bed half asleep across the room.

Harry decided to read some more comments and you decided to get onto preparing lunch. Sophie sat on the sofa letting her dad do her thing but also be there if he needed something.

"Hey, sweetie what does b and 4 means?" Harry asked quizzical to his daughter.

"It means before dad, like b and four" She explained, Harry's face morphed into a 'ohh' expression.

"That's smart" He said nodding his head. He read some more comments when someone put sunglasses on his face.

"Someone put sunglasses on me" He laughed and posed as if he was wearing real sunglasses, "This is fun"

He saw someone say 'brb gotta cry' and he felt bad, "I don't know who brb is but please don't cry" He said his lips turning into a soft frown.

Sophie laughed from her seat and explained to her dad that it didn't mean someone was literally crying which made him feel embarrassed flushing his face a bit.

Harry was having fun with this new technology nonetheless and Sophie was having fun watching her dad experience new things. She knew this will be added to the plathora of Harry Styles compilations there are on YouTube (which he very much enjoys watching).

She was lost in thought of maybe teching him how to use instagram and maybe doing a live there also when he spoke up again.

*****

"Why are so many people here calling me dilf? what's a dilf?" He asked confused and Sophie decided that she is not letting him do live again.

Idk where this came from I was listening to Long live by Tay. also by sweating I meant this emoji 🥵

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baby honey

summary - it’s the summer of ‘69 and you meet international rockstar harry styles on your summer holiday

warnings: swearing, assault, violence, kissing, shitty parents, self deprecation

pairing: rockstar!harry x reader

word count: +5.1k

California was fucking hot.

The sun was a burdening heat on the back of your neck, whilst the humidity ran you dry. For someone who came from a cold country, the sunny West Coast certainly was a place unlike anything you’d experienced before. It was here that you felt like permanent summer. Every day was sunshine and colour. 

It was mid-summer of 1969 and it was about to be the best summer of your life. School had finished and you had already spent one year as a journalist just as you’d always wanted. You were lucky that your dad was already into the journalism industry, otherwise it would have been very difficult to get in to. As a celebration for a successful year and a 19th birthday treat, your family were treating you to a holiday in California like you’d dreamt of since you were little.

The resort you were staying in was in Malibu - your dad having connections made sure you could stay in a knock-out complex for your first time in Cali. There was a huge, blue, swimming pool that you couldn’t wait to use and cool you down. The view from the villas was breathtaking - the ocean only a hundred metres away, crashing against the coastline with a roar. The sunset ran perfectly down upon the villa, making the outside hammock the perfect place to cosy up and read your favourite romance books.

Everything was perfect. Especially when you met him. 

It was in the evening that you first saw him. You knew him, of course you did, from the endless repeats that he played on your car radio. You had seen his face plastered on some of the biggest billboards in the country. He had sold more records than The Beatles. He was a fucking legend and you couldn’t quite get over that he was in your holiday resort.

Your eyes followed his figure as he walked towards the pool bar. He was wearing short yellow swim trunks and had an open white shirt on top. A cigarette in his hand whilst he ordered some drink, alcohol filled no doubt. His figure was incredible, not too muscly but nowhere near skinny. He was perfect and he was making you blush just by getting to eye at him. 

A tall, blonde, woman with legs as long as a giraffes neck walked next to him and leant over the bar slightly to show off her cleavage. You tutted at how obvious and flirtatious she was. It was gross that women literally threw themselves at men like him, just because of how successful and beautiful they were. He then requested the bartender to buy his lady friend a drink, curling a hand around her waist as he leant into her ear to whisper something. 

Even though he was 26 years old, you were still completely infatuated by him. He was an absolute God in your eyes, rivalled by no-one. But, he was Harry Styles and Harry Styles was only infatuated with one person; himself. 

•••••

“Y/N!”

Your dad called from within the villa. It was two days later and you hadn’t seen Harry anymore, not that you were actively looking for him or anything. 

Putting on an oversized yellow shirt, you buttoned up the top two buttons to cover yourself and your floral-orange swimsuit a bit better. Today you were going down to the pool again, your dad having to meet someone for business in the bar area. Your mum was going to sunbathe and you were going to swim to cool yourself down from this exhausting summer heat. 

“Yeah?” 

“Come on! We’re leaving now!” 

You groaned, grumbling that this was supposed to be a relaxed holiday and not just some rushed vacation. Grabbing your pool bag you threw in your favourite Austen novel and other necessities, before catching up to your parents. 

The pool was quite busy, but quiet enough to grab an excellent spot on the sun loungers. Due to the resort being fairly pricey, it was mainly adults staying here and so there were no rowdy children running around. It made the atmosphere relaxing and almost spa-like. This is exactly what you envisioned when someone asked you what your ideal summer looked like. The pool was quiet, with only a few people swimming lengths. Your mum and you set up on some sun-beds, whilst your dad wandered to the bar to meet his client. 

“Did you put on son lotion?” Your mum asked.

“Yes mum.”

“Don’t want to get wrinkles, Y/N.” She added, even though you told her that you’d put it on already. Your mum was all about looks and how your portray yourself to the public. She was overbearing about it, setting stupid standards for a 19 year old to abide by. 

“I know mum.” You sighed, taking off your shirt and tucking it into your bag. 

Your mum laid down and got to tanning immediately, making sure that she was angled perfectly so there were no flaws on her body. Your mum was very healthy and on a very strict exercise diet, which you didn’t care anything for because you loved yourself for who you were. Unfortunately, your mum could be sharp with her words and cut you like a knife if she wanted. Often she commented on your wider hips and larger boobs, but mostly on your little muffin top on your stomach. They were all parts of you that you had gotten to love and it was annoying that your mum couldn’t just do the same.

“Where are you going?”

“To the pool.” You said, sliding on your sandals so not to walk on the scolding pavement around the pool.

“Take your cover up.” Her words pinched you, making it seem like you in a swimsuit was something you should be embarrassed by. 

Instead of listening to her, you laughed and walked off without your coverup. You turned around to see her shake her head before returning her head onto the  lounger for her nap. Turning back around you-

“Hey, watch ou-.” 

Before you knew it you’d slipped on a pool of water and used the person in front of you as support. Unfortunately they weren’t as stable as you thought and therefore instead of remaining upright, you both went flying sideways and splashing into the cool pool below. The water went all your nose and your eyes had closed two seconds too late. Your body stayed tangled against the other persons, before they kicked off you, into your ribs, and pushed themselves back to the surface. 

Pushing yourself up the surface next you let out a deep gasp, coughing as you expelled all the chlorinated water from your nose and throat. 

“Fucking hell.” The person gasped, gaining their own air back.

“You just kicked me in the ribs, fuck!” You groaned, knowing that was going to leave a nice purple bruise. That was going to be flattering.

“Oh I’m sorry. It’s not like you were the one that fucking pulled me into this shittin’ pool.” 

Turning around and ready to slap this guy in the face, your words got stuck in your throat as you realised who you had pulled into the pool with you. His hair now stuck to his face instead of nestled with curls on top of his head. His sunglasses now floating in the pool next to him instead of laying on his head. And if he were to get out of the pool, no doubt the black t-shirt he wore would stick to his muscles like hot glue. 

“You.” You gasped, actually appalled that the first and only conversation you’d have with your only ever crush was this. You suddenly understood the asshole rockstar personality everyone talked about him having that you stubbornly dismissed. 

“Yeah, me.”

“Dickhead, is what you are.” You said, which he looked slightly taken aback by.

“Me? Dickhead? Honey, you were the one that pulled me into the pool.” He argued back, kicking his legs to stay afloat.

“Could’ve warned me there was a puddle though, no?” 

“Honey, I’m not your fucking daddy. Learn to walk yourself.”

Okay, that was not supposed to send tingles throughout your entire your body but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t. Jesus fuck, why did the asshole have to be hot?

“Yeah well-.”

“Styles. Thought we said we were meeting at the bar, not in the pool.” Your dad said as he stood by the waters edge. 

Your faced dropped its colour, even the sunburn leaching away from the pigment of your skin. You turned your head between your dad and the very attractive rockstar floating in the pool next to you, trying to understand if what was happening was what you thought was happening. 

“Dad? You know Harry Styles?”

“Actually, it’s just Harry.” Harry interrupted.

“And I don’t give a shit.” You sneered.

“Language Y/N.” Your dad scolded you, making you embarrassed that this was even happening. “Styles, let’s go.”

You were too stunned to speak, not actually believing that anything that had just happened actually happened. Harry Styles had fallen into a pool because of you and now you learn he’s partners with your dad in some way. This was both the most exciting and most humiliating day of your existence. 

“Guess I’ll be seeing you around, Y/N.” Harry spoke.

The way he said your name was the last thing on your mind that night.

•••••

“So let me get this straight. Your dad is in partnership with the Harry Styles and you found out because you pulled him into a swimming pool?”

“How bad is it?” You asked your best-friend Tiff, knowing she would know how to do damage control.

“Well I mean not everyone gets to push Harry Styles into a pool. I mean, to be honest, I would love to do that. Like imagine how muscles would all-.”

“Tiff! Not helping.” You shouted down the phone, trying to keep as quiet as possible since you were using the phone in the hotel lobby. 

“Right, sorry.” She cleared her throat. “So? Is he dreamy?” 

“He’s so dreamy.” You sighed, leaning back against the wall.

“Who’s dreamy?” You turned around quickly and was met with Harry right beside you. Your tongue got stuck in your throat as you tried to come up with reasonable answer to his question, seeing as you were definitely not about to inflate his ego by saying him. 

He looked handsome, wearing a pair of high waisted brown trousers and a white wife-beater tucked in. A cigarette was held in his hand and his hair was gelled back now, unlike before in the pool. He had obviously freshened up because you could smell that divine aftershave every interviewer raves about. It was weird to think you were experiencing seeing and smelling him like this. No complaints, apart from the fact he was a giant, self-absorbed, ego-inflaming, prick. 

“Y/N?” Tiff sounded on the other side of the line.

“O-Oh I gotta go Tiff. I’ll call you later okay?” You hung up before you could even hear her answer, too flushed with Harry in front of you to properly concentrate.

“Tiff? Is she single?” Harry asked, taking a puff of his cig and blowing it out in the perfect cloud. It was so hot watching him do that and you’d watch it on repeat every single day if technology allowed it.

“Ugh.” You scoffed, him ruining the moment for himself. “You’re such a man-whore.” You started walking away, no clue as to where. You didn’t realise Harry was following you until his voice sounded from over your shoulder.

“I was merely asking a question, Y/N.” 

“Well I’m not answering it,” You told him, walking a little faster to try and loose him, “and don’t call me Y/N as if you know me.” 

“Baby honey I can do whatever I want to, but you already know that.” His comment was said to get under your skin, which is exactly what it did.

You stopped abruptly, turning around so quickly that you bumped right into his solid chest. Your chest was heaving with frustration, trying to act more grown up than you were so size him up and knock him down. His smell was nearly too intoxicating to think, but you had to get around it in order to make your peace.

“No. What I know is that you’re a selfish and prudish asshole who parades his dick around for any woman or man that wants to sit on it.” 

Your eyes kept locked with his, not wanting to be the one to back down first. Stupidly, your eyes drifted down to his lips just to see how perfect they were up close and it made your heart melt at how luscious they looked. The colour was the most pretty of pinks and the heart-shape to them really made you want to kiss them so badly. You held your restraint though and moved your eyes back to his, only to realise his eyes were looking at your lips. You licked your lips subtly, teasing him with what he couldn’t have. 

The tension was thick between you both, but it was easily cut when the blonde woman from the other day came up beside him.

“Ready to go to my room?” She giggled in the most annoying and high pitched voice you’d ever heard. She also stank of weed, which made you part your gaze from Harrys’ and take a step back. 

Your chest was still trying to come back down from the high of your confrontation with Harry. You stood by, not daring to move. Looking up, you noticed Harry still looking towards you and it made you want to melt like an ice-cream on a hot summers day.

“Y’know what, Stephanie, I think I’ll pass.” He says, untangling her arm from his body.

“It’s Stella.” 

You had to laugh at how he had basically just solidified the point you were making earlier about him sleeping with anyone. You shook your head, actually feeling bad that he felt like his had to maintain his image in this way, before walking away. 

Far away from him. 

•••••

It was later in the evening and you found yourself at a nearby club.

Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to go by yourself, but you were so intrigued to see how freeing a night out by yourself would be. Your parents were unaware that you had snuck out and you weren’t even sure how you’d been granted entry into a place like that, but you were on your holiday and you didn’t care too much to overthink.

The club was loud and smoky. The air was filled with nicotine and weed, making it hard to breathe any oxygen in. The dance-floor was filled with people grinding and passing joints between one another. You recognised the music as Harry’s blasting through the speakers, making you chuckle at how you just couldn’t escape him. 

Even though he was a complete arse, there was something so magnetic about him. He had this pull towards him that you’d never felt before for anyone else and you were enamoured. It helped that he was ridiculously pretty too.

The bar was packed but you managed to squeeze in a spot, between two men. Their bodies pressed against you and they smelt grossly of sweat, but what else did you expect from a night rave.

“What can I get for you flower?” The bartender asked you, noticing you in the sea of weirdly big men. 

“Vodka cranberry please.” 

“That all?” You nodded to him. “That’s 4.50 please.” He handed out his hand for you to hand over the money.

“I’ve got it.” Someone beat you to it and it turned out it was one of the men from beside you.

“Oh, thank you!” You smiled gratefully.

After getting your drink, you made your way to the dance-floor and started dancing to the music. It was a slow song to start off with, making you sip your drink and float around to the melody, before it changed to more upbeat and you were jumping up and down with no idea where the energy was coming from. You took a few puffs from a blunt rotation that was happening on the dance-floor, but after you’d finished your drink you were out of there in need of a rest.

The toilets were down a few corridors out the back, so you made your way down there. Stumbling was the word you’d rather use than walking, since the alcohol and weed were hitting you all at once. Lightweight. 

“Looking for the toilets?”

You spun around and noticed the man that had bought your drink from before. He was a lot more sober than you, you could tell, which made his large frame intimidate you more than you would’ve liked.

“Yeah, they’re just this way I think.” You pointed down the hallway where a few girls were heading off to, because other than that your brain had no other intuition. 

“No, there this way.” He pointed down a much darker hallway with no one else around.

“But they’re going that way.” You pointed to the girls, before looking back at him. You noticed that he had gotten a lot closer towards you.

“Well they’re going the wrong way.”

“Oh, okay.” You smiled, thinking he was being kind with his helpfulness. 

He waved his arm as if to guide you down the corridor and you thanked him before ‘stumbling’ off again. Your heels on the ground and the constant buzzing sound inside your head left you unaware to the man following close behind. You kept walking down the corridor, becoming more and more confused as you didn’t see any doors or any toilet signs down here. 

You stopped in the hallway near the end, coming to the realisation there were no toilets down here. You didn’t expect anyone to come up right behind you, so when you felt a man’s dick press hard into your back you let out a loud scream. The man grabbed one hand around your body to stop you from fleeing and the other hand went around your mouth to keep you from screaming anymore.

Once he had pressed your body up against the wall with a harsh push, you began to slowly sober up and realise the man had had bad intentions all along. Your head hit the wall with such force it was almost like the sobriety was knocked right back into you. 

“Ssh, ssh. I’m just getting you to pay me back for that drink. You left without me letting you know that it wasn’t entirely for free.” He spoke as you struggled against his hold.

You moved your head to the side to see if there was anyone down the corridor that you could try and get the attention of. But there was no one. It was just you and this man that was most likely going to assault you. Did he know that you were under 21? Or did he not even care? Did he not have any human decency?

“Let me go.” You tried to scream as loud as you could, but it was muffled by his hand. It only made him hold you harder, with the grip on your hip so painful.

“I don’t think so. Now shut up and be a slut for me.” 

He kept his hand over your mouth, not trusting you enough, before moving his other hand to push up your leg and underneath your dress. You kicked your legs as you tried to escape his hold, pushing with all the force you could, but he just kept on going. 

You bit down on his hand, not even caring the taste of blood on your lips from how hard you’d bitten and although it made his hand leave your mouth his hands on your body remained hard enough for you to impossibly escape.

“Help! Please someone! Please!” You shouted down the hallway as loud as you could, before the man slapped you across the face and went back to holding his sore hand over your mouth. This time he pressed jaw-crushingly harder, so much so that it was difficult to breathe.

The tears running down your face stung from the running mascara and your cheek now throbbed from where he had backhanded you. You closed your eyes, continuously crying, when the realisation sunk in that no one was coming and you were going to become broken here. It was clear now that you were not meant for this kind of lifestyle, and possibly this world. If you were treated like this by one sober man, imagine what the next one would do. Your heart hurt as much as your face and hips did as you began thinking of all the reasons for why you deserved this. 

As you’d gotten to reason number three you no longer felt the mans harsh body against yours. You opened your eyes instead to see him being pinned up against the wall on the opposite side, getting punched in the face. You recognised the back of his head from anywhere. 

Harry.

The relief that sunk into your system was overwhelming. So much so that your legs lost their ability to hold you up and the next thing you knew, they collapsed from underneath you and you sunk to the floor. You didn’t care as to what Harry was doing to the man, too much in a state of shock and pain to do anything other than breathe. 

It was a minute later that Harry knelt down in front of you. His face found yours, eyes meeting eyes. He held out his hands to show you that he was asking for your permission to touch you with your consent. You moved your shaky hand into his, not speaking a word. You were worried that if you said the wrong thing then something equally as terrible as before might happen. 

“Y/N, honey, look at me. Hey.” He made sure that you were looking at him. Your watery eyes met his soft and heartbroken looking ones. The grip on his hands was hard enough for you to know he wasn’t leaving, but soft enough so it didn’t hurt. 

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, feeling like you had to apologise.

“Don’t do that. Do not apologise. You hear me?” He spoke angrily, not willing to accept you apology on behalf of anybody.

“Sor--”

“No.” He shook his head. “This is not your fault, okay? Y/N, look at me. Look at me and tell me that this is not your fault.” 

“T-this is not my f-ault.” You said shakily, finding it hard to believe your own words. 

“No, it’s not.” He agreed with you. “I am going to help you up and we’re going to go someplace safer and quieter okay? Is that alright?” 

You nodded, but Harry didn’t let you up until he had verbal confirmation. “Yes! Please Harry. I want to go home.” Your eyes welled up and you began to cry again. 

“Okay. It’ll be okay.” He promised.

Before he picked you up, he took off his leather jacket and swung it over your shoulders for a bit more coverage of your body. After he was satisfied, he used his arms to hold you underneath your legs and your upper body so he could carry your bridle-style. Your head instantly went to rest on his chest, closing your eyes to eradicate the bad thoughts from your vision. Your tears were silent but Harry was aware how upset you were. He shouted at people to get out of his way as he brought you outside and into his car. 

Some time later you found yourself awakening from the comfort of a king-size bed. You were confused and scared at the same time.

You immediately touched your fingers to your cheek to feel for a bruise and it was painfully there. You hands started to shake at the thought that all of that had happened and now you were in a strangers bed. Looking down at your clothes you were in a basic black t-shirt and black jogging pants. Your heartbeat started to increase over what had happened after you’d blacked out last night. When had you even blacked out?

As if to answer your questions the door to the bedroom suddenly opened and you curled yourself in a ball and pulled the covers higher. Your eyes softened though when you met Harry’s gaze. He was carrying a tray of something, but he stayed on the other side of the bedroom when he realised you were awake.

“Oh sorry. I thought you’d still be asleep.”

“I j-just woke up.”

“Well I made pancakes if you want any?”

“I’m not hungry.” You smiled kindly, wanting him to know you appreciated the effort anyways. 

“That’s okay.” He smiled, placing the tray on the coffee table across the room from the bed. 

“Did last night actually happen? A-and what happened to the man? How am I here in this bed and w-here even are we--” 

“Y/N, woah woah.” He calmed you down, walking around the edge of the bed until he sat down at the foot of it. He made sure he kept his distance from you. “What do you remember?”

“Honestly, not much. Just pieces. I-I think he nearly touched me. He definitely slapped me and maybe he grabbed my hips.” You lifted the shirt to find finger print marks on your hipbone. They were intense and purple and it made your eyes water at the disgusting marks to your skin. “And you were there. You saved me.”

“I didn’t.”

“Wha... Harry, I remember you coming and pulling that... that man off of me and beating him to shit.” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to think if maybe it hadn’t been Harry then who else it would’ve been.

“I was there. It was me. But I didn’t save you. If I did then you wouldn’t have any of those marks to your skin.” He said sadly, standing up and pacing intensely.

“Harry you can’t blame yourself for--”

“Well neither can you!” He shouted, running his hands through his hair.

“What?”

“Last night when we were driving home, you kept saying how you deserved what that man was doing to you. That you weren’t as perfect as your mum wanted you to be and that was the reason he went after you.” Harry let out a shakily breathe, before continuing to speak with a crack in his voice. “If I had gotten there two minutes later...”

“Stop Harry.” You shook your head, not wanting to thinking about the ‘if’s’. “Come here.” You patted the space of bed in front of you.

He was apprehensive at first, but when he sat down in front of you it was clear that he instantly relaxed. You sat up and reached for his hands in his lap, twisting your fingers around his until they were comfortably intertwined. You smiled when you caught his smile, knowing he felt exactly the same sparks ignite from your touch as you did his. His hands were so soft and yet so masculine at the same time, like he’d worked a lifetime and yet they were still so new. 

“Are you okay?” You asked.

He let out a heavy breathe of air. “I should be asking you that.” 

“Well too bad. I asked you first.” You bit your lip, stopping you from smiling like you had a high-school crush.

“You’re trouble you.” He shook his head. “I’m okay if you are, though.”

“That’s not what I was asking.”

“Well that’s how I’m answering.” He argues back and you admire how he’s returned to his stubborn self. It actually suits him.

He made you smile though, making you crash forwards and land your head on his lap. His hands quickly stabilise your body so that you can’t fall of his body or the bed. He liked the feeling of you so warm and comfortable around him. You felt like you were made just to fit beside him, at his side. His hands were hesitant to touch you at first, but you could see that he wanted to so you brought one of your hands to guide his to your neck. He found comfort there, caressing the soft skin. 

“Thank you, for last night.” You said, thinking about how you hadn’t said it yet.

“Yeah.” 

“Sorry if I ruined your night.”

“Will you stop apologising? I chose to help you. I chose to spend my night with you.”

“Why, though?” You asked, confused.

“Because believe it or not, I like you.” He sighed, as if the relief of keeping that a secret from you was finally free.

“Like me?”

“Like a lot.” He admitted, turning his pale cheeks pink.

“Me?” 

“I feel like you’re missing the point here.” He laughed, stroking his thumb over your bruised cheek carefully as if his thumb was just going to magically wipe away the hurt. 

“I feel like you are. Harry. You’re choosing to like me over... well like anyone else?” You sat up slightly, your face only inches from his.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Well, because... because-”

“If anything derogatory towards yourself leaves your lips then I’m going to have to kiss you just to prove my point.” He challenges and you take his bait.

“Because I’m quite literally a nobod-”

He kisses you hard. Hard enough for it to hurt your cheek, but also lovely enough for you not to care about your cheek. You let him kiss you because it had been the only thing on your mind since he had sat down next to you. His lips tasted just like his personality, hot but sweet. He was a good kisser, being extra slow, careful and tentative in case he caused anymore damage to you. His hand cupped your bruised cheek with so much care that you melted in a pool of love for him right then and there.

The kiss kept going until you both had to pull away to catch your breathes. It was hard to leave his lips, going back for a secondary peck because you couldn’t resist, but the smile on his face and the glisten in his eyes was worth it. 

“Never thought I would say this but, thank you for saying something derogatory towards yourself!” He laughed breathlessly, still cradling your face like you were the most precious thing to behold. 

Before you could say anything worse about yourself, he pre-empted that you were about to and instead found his lips straight back onto yours.