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narrycherries · 27 days ago

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ivy: putting roots in my dreamland

Despite wishing he didn’t exist, she had no choice but to put up with his presence.

(part 3)

masterlist / ivy series

word count: 8.4k

warnings/tags: harry x fem oc, angst, enemies to lovers trope

[quick a/n before you read!! I did make the decision to give the character a name. If you don’t like it, then that’s okay I’m not forcing you to read it! You can obviously read the name as whatever you prefer. This is just easier for me to write her. hope you enjoy (: ]

Although she swore to herself that she was over the incident that happened at the bar, she most definitely was not. That entire week following that night, she couldn’t shake the thoughts from her mind. There was something about the way she was spoken to that bothered her immensely. Obviously, it was completely uncalled for and rude, but there was something more than that. What had she done to him to make him react that way towards her? She feared she’d spend the rest of her life cycling through the worrying thoughts.

One of those nights she laid in her bed with her eyes glued to the ceiling as flashes of him flickered in her mind. There was something about the way his curls draped down his head and perfectly rolled over his shoulders, that made her head spin. His light eyes shimmered whenever the stage lights flickered over them, even under the purple glow at their secluded table they looked magical and full of stars. The veins in his neck strained when he sang into the microphone that he gripped so tight. His perfectly sculpted arms dripped in sweat as he performed like he was a real rockstar. Every time she tried to stop thinking about him, she found even more things about him to distract her.. It was like a curse. What had he done that was so attention grabbing? He spat crude insults out to her like he hated her, yet he didn’t even know a thing about her. How could a stranger be so cruel? And how could a stranger be so fascinating?

Ivy let a sigh slip past her lips as she adjusted her overgrown bangs on her forehead. It was time for a trim, but she kept forgetting to handle it. She was pleased with what the mirror was showing her, a seemingly happy girl with a bright smile and light makeup ghosting over her skin. The plans for tonight were kind of unnerving to her, but she was staying hopeful and positive. Besides, she enjoyed everyone’s company the last time, so this should be easy. Well, as long as no insults are thrown around, she’ll be alright.

Emma appeared behind her in the mirror just as she slipped the backing onto her earring. “You smell good.”

Ivy smiled. “Thanks.”

“Ready to go?”

She looked down at the vanity, making sure she used all the products she intended on. She grabbed her lip gloss so she could drop it in her purse. “Mhm.”

Ivy was starting to feel some anxiety build up in her stomach as Emma snatched her keys off the coffee table, offering to drive them to the destination. All she could think about was what happened the last time she was around these people. What if something had changed and they all decided they disliked her? She knew she had Niall and Emma on her side no matter what, so maybe that’s enough to keep her relaxed.

“I like your dress.” Emma said as she shut the car door, turning the key to start it up.

“Thanks. I like yours more than mine.” Ivy laughed lightly, admiring the black fabric as it sat perfectly on Emma’s skin.

She shrugged back. “It’s okay. Niall likes this one.”

Ivy didn’t say anything as she got situated in the seat. She popped the visor down, her eyes immediately hitting the mirror. Emma had told her that the restaurant they were going to was a steakhouse, but it wasn’t necessarily anywhere fancy. She had actually been there herself before. The outfit she chose was nice, but not overly formal by any means. Her makeup was light, the nude colored shadows danced across her lids and her blush was a bit heavier than usual, but she liked the way it made her face appear. The pinkish tint to the gloss made her lips look even softer than they were. The dress she chose for the night was a light powder blue shade dotted with small white flowers. The dress was cinched at the waist, hugging her form just enough to be extra flattering. A pair of nude heels with a thick, chunky heel completed the outfit. She preferred a thicker heel to skinnier ones, it was easier to walk and keep her balance. She wasn’t having any doubts about her outfit, like she had that night they went to the bar, she was just nervous.

“I’m so glad you're coming with us. Niall told me that Michelle has been asking him all week if you were coming.”

Ivy swallowed gently. “Thanks for inviting me. I’m excited.”

“It’s going to be much easier to actually talk to everyone. The bar is nice but it’s too loud and chaotic there.”

For just a moment, Ivy was regretting getting in the car with Emma and agreeing to come. What if something went wrong and she ruined everyone’s night? Sure, she didn’t actually do anything wrong last time, but her presence clearly made a difference. What if something gets said and everyone blames her, and they don’t want to be around her anymore? Her stomach was starting to ache.

“I’m.. I’m going to sit by you, right?” She asked, trying not to seem too nervous.

Emma smiled, shooting her a quick glance. “Yeah, of course.”

“Okay.. I just don’t want any drama again.”

Emma furrowed her brows at first, but quickly remembered what happened. “Oh, with Harry? I’m sure he won't even come.”

Ivy lifted her eyes from her lap, she hadn’t noticed she was staring at her legs. “I thought everyone was going to be there?”

Emma scoffed back. “Harry has bailed so many times. Niall’s invited me to dinner with them a lot and Harry’s maybe come like.. three times.”

Ivy felt a sense of relief wash through her body. Maybe she’d get lucky and he wouldn’t show up at all. She didn’t want to be so down and out all night, she wanted to get to know everyone and have a nice time. Harry’s presence wasn’t going to allow her to do that - even if he didn’t speak to her, the thoughts would be stuck in her head.

“Don’t worry about it, though.” Emma said suddenly, well aware of the tension building in the car. “Niall will probably try to kill him if he says something else crazy to you. He’s been very upset about it.”

“Really? I.. I told him it was okay.”

“I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I’m going to.” Emma said with a sigh. “He told me he really gave it to Harry when he got back home that morning. He said Harry didn’t really say much back. Niall made sure that he knew how shitty it was, though.”

Ivy felt a pinch in her heart. She really enjoyed Niall and being around him had never given her a hard time. He was a good friend and clearly he was willing to take up for her. She thought about her brother for a moment and how protective he had been of her. She wondered if Niall felt that way about her, like he had to take up for her because nobody else would. Maybe he was just being a good friend.

“It’s not that big of a deal anymore.. but I appreciate Niall taking up for me.”

Ivy was familiar with the restaurant they were at. She had been once or twice before, but she couldn’t quite remember how the food was. Emma gestured Ivy to follow her through the restaurant after Niall sent her a text saying where they were sitting. Ivy wasn’t as nervous as she had been, since she learned that Harry would most likely be a no show for the night. The feeling taking over her now was just excitement. She was ready to see Michelle again and maybe get to know her better.

When they approached the table, Niall stood up to greet Emma. Cory was sitting at one end of the table, Niall was on the opposite end. Zayn and Michelle were seated on the other side of the table next to each other, Michelle positioned in front of Niall. She smiled as they waved at her. Cory shot her an extra toothy grin and nodded to the seat next to him.

“I was told this one is yours.” He said with a laugh.

“I suppose so.” She figured Emma had gave Niall a heads up about the desired seating arrangements.

“How’ve you been?” Zayn asked once Ivy got settled in the seat between Cory and Emma.

“I’ve been okay. How’s everything at the shop?”

“Pretty good lately.”

Emma interrupted to point out the obvious. “Where’s Alyssa?”

Zayn let out a sigh and lifted his brows. “She wasn't feeling well. She decided to stay home. I tried to get her to come, but.. she wouldn’t.”

“Hi, Ivy! You look so pretty.” Michelle beamed from across the table, pleased to see the girl she now considered a friend had actually shown up.

A bit of blush slid over Ivy’s cheeks as she felt Cory glance her way. “Thanks. So do you!”

Ivy tried to calm her tingling nerves by looking around the table. The four of them had glasses of water in front of them but it didn’t look like anyone had picked up their menus. Maybe they were waiting for everyone to arrive before browsing. Emma was mumbling to Niall about something, leaving Ivy unable to use her as a distraction. Cory was texting someone on his phone, and Zayn was having a conversation with Michelle about a meal he’d been wanting to try. Ivy swallowed gently and lifted the menu that was positioned in front of her. She couldn’t remember what she got the few times she had been here, so she just decided to look at all the options. Nothing was jumping out to her, but she was hoping she’d settle on a steak or maybe some sort of pasta. Niall’s voice caught her attention as he started to talk, seemingly addressing everyone at the table.

“Harry’s a few minutes out.” He said before setting his phone back on his lap.

Emma turned her head and immediately met Ivy’s glare. She dropped her brows and gave her an apologetic frown. Zayn caught the reaction and smiled a little, knowing the risks of how the night could go.

“He’ll behave better here, I promise, Ivy.” He said, taking a drink of his water.

Michelle rolled her eyes and huffed. “He better. The other night was ridiculous.”

“I gave him hell for it, don’t worry.” Niall’s voice was low as he read over the menu, not thrilled about the subject coming back up.

“He’s got an attitude problem sometimes, but.. once ya get to know him, he’s alright.” Cory shrugged, attempting to give Ivy some hope. She wasn’t feeling it, though.

Emma wanted to say something rude in return, but she chose not to. Despite what happened, Harry was everyone’s friend here, and she didn’t want to be mean. Just like Ivy didn’t want to say a word about it either. Even though the situation involved her, she didn’t feel as though she had a place to speak badly about him. She didn't know him.

“I can’t believe he’s actually coming.” Zayn snickered after a few moments of silence.

Michelle laughed. “Right! He’s such a homebody.. unless it’s the bar.”

“He said something about wanting a break from the guitar.” Niall said, leaning forward so he could engage with Cory, too. “He’s been practicing for some songs. He wants to play live more.”

Cory cocked his eyebrow in surprise. “Really? I thought he hated playing live?”

Niall lifted just one of his shoulders. “He wants to do a few songs, apparently.”

Ivy was intrigued by the conversation. Her mind began to slip as they continued to talk about it. She could picture him on stage with a guitar strapped around him, his big hands handling the instrument with grace. His fingers sliding over the strings as he played, his rockstar appearance becoming brighter and more striking. A call of her name made her snap back to reality.

“Yes?” She replied to whoever said it, she wasn’t sure.

“I said.. have you picked what you’re going to get?”

It was Emma. Her voice was low as she leaned closer into Ivy. Everyone else was still talking about Harry’s guitar playing, which she was trying her best to drown out.

“I’m not sure yet.” She hadn’t realized she was still holding the menu, but not actually absorbing the words on it.

“Hm, me either.”

Ivy wasn’t quite sure why she was starting to have those thoughts about Harry again - the ones that cause her to drift off in a trance and picture him doing different things, wondering what kind of shows and movies he liked, imagining what he would look like on stage singing a certain song, and of course trying her best to hear him say nicer things to her. This night was meant to be refreshing, but it seems he has ruined something for her yet again.

Emma noticed that she was acting a bit quiet, so she decided to spark up a conversation. “You know, Ivy, I bet it would be fun to have everyone over one night at our place. You cook everything like a professional chef. I know they’d enjoy it.”

“Almost everyone.” Cory muttered with a chuckle, Ivy couldn’t tell if it was meant as a joke or if he was serious. Harry wouldn’t come over to their house, never in a million years.

“Perhaps so. I haven’t hosted more than two people before, though.”

Niall chimed in quickly. “Don’t worry, make as many portions as you want. I’ll make sure there’s nothing left.”

Everyone shared a laugh, which was easing the tension Ivy was trying so hard to cut down inside of her. She wasn’t uncomfortable with these people, it was the person that wasn’t here yet that was making her nervous. Niall put his hands up in defense as Michelle and Zayn mocked him for wanting to eat everything all the time.

“Trust me, one bite of the food that girl makes, and you’d want it all, too.” He said with a proud smile.

Emma nodded in agreement. “She’s incredible. Even stuff that’s frozen or out of a box tastes better when she makes it.

Ivy grinned, happy to know that she does something impressive. “It’s all about what you add to it. Anything can be good if you know what to drop in it.”

Zayn was about to say something when Cory suddenly blurted out a ‘hey’ that caught everyone’s attention. Ivy looked up and immediately felt her stomach freeze up. There stood Harry at the end of the table, a leather jacket hugging his arms as he looked down the table, giving them a quick lift of his hand.

“What’s up?” He said, almost in a happy tone.

“You’re finally out the house.” Zayn laughed, making a smirk grow on Harry’s pink lips.

“Yeah, and out of that damn store.” He mumbled, giving Niall a glance as he sat his hand on the back of the empty chair next to Zayn.

“Not my fault you scheduled a lesson this late.” Niall didn’t seem to care about his comment.

Emma’s hand suddenly hit against Ivy’s leg beneath the table as Harry pulled out the chair and sat down. Ivy felt a skip in her pulse as she realized he was sitting in front of her and not in front of Cory, where she assumed he would’ve sat. Emma wanted to say something, but obviously she couldn’t without being heard. So, she simply squeezed Ivy’s leg before letting it go and decided she’d apologize later. He grabbed his jacket and tugged it off his body, laying it in the chair next to him. His arms were exposed now, his black t-shirt tight over his chest.

“Haven’t ordered yet, have we?” Harry asked as he grabbed the menu and shot a look down the table, then one towards Cory.

“No, not yet.” Zayn mumbled his reply, his eyes returning to the menu.

“Cory, did you like the steak with that mushroom sauce last time we came here?” Emma asked curiously, clearly unable to decide on what she wanted to get.

He hummed for a second as he thought back to it. “It was alright. Bit too much for me, though.”

“Just get what you usually get, babe.” Niall said, a smile laced in his words.

“Where’s Alyssa?” Harry’s deep voice stuck out among the small group, she was so used to hearing everyone else that his words grabbed her attention way too quickly.

“She’s sick.” Zayn told him.

He didn’t say anything back, and Ivy thanked the stars for it. If he would just stay quiet, then she’d be able to focus on everyone else and not on him. She grunted lightly, not loud enough for someone to hear. Why was she thinking about him anyway? She wanted to scream at herself. This person literally insulted her and made fun of her, why the hell is she so infatuated by him just sitting at the same table as her?

After a few minutes of small talk among the table, but mostly silence from Ivy, a waiter appeared ready to take down everyone’s orders. He started at the back of the table, letting each person take their time to decide since a few of them, including Emma, were not completely certain with what they wanted. Ivy had picked the dish she thought would be good, so she waited patiently for her turn. As Harry started to speak to the man, she lifted her eyes to watch him. The way his eyes darted down to the menu to make sure he was saying the right thing made her heart jolt. She furrowed her brows at her reaction and very lightly shook her head. She wanted to slap herself across the face. His lips moved so effortlessly as he spoke, confidence was oozing out of him. Not a single ounce of hesitation seemed to exist in his body.

When it finally came time to tell the waiter what she wanted, Ivy aimed to be carefree and confident with her reply. She was doing fine as she said the name of the dish, but as she went to request there be no peppers on her dish, she saw Harry’s eyes land on her for the first time since he arrived. Despite being seated directly across from her, he had acted like she wasn’t even there. She stumbled over her words and had to double check that the dish even came with peppers in the first place, which it did. His stare was hard and fixed perfectly on her as she spoke. Just as she finished and turned her head back, she caught his stare for a second. It felt like an hour, like time had frozen and it was just the two of them. He gently furrowed his brows before looking down at his lap where his phone was resting on his leg. She felt a little intimidated by it, even though she had done the same thing to him just moments ago… She hadn’t realized she was staring at him just as hard as he stared back her way.

A sigh of relief quietly slipped past Ivy’s lips. She felt like he was judging her for speaking. She feared he would call her out for her order and tell her how stupid she sounded. Why would he do that though? She was caught in between wanting him to look at her again and never wanting to see him again..

The waiter walked off after taking Cory’s order, and the table was left to fend for themselves until dinner arrived. Ivy was not about to be the first person to speak, but it didn’t matter because Cory took the reins.

He turned slightly to face Ivy. “So, Ivy, are you like the rest of us? Do you play any music?”

She laughed at the thought of that ever happening. She shook her head and took a quick swig of her water before shifting her head to look towards him. Emma was listening, but she could hear a quieter conversation about a sports even happening between Zayn and Niall.

“Definitely not.”

“No musical bones at all, huh?”

Emma grinned. “She’s great at karaoke!”

Cory smiled back. “Is that so? The bar we play at has karaoke nights every now and then.”

“Karaoke?” Niall said as he heard bits of the conversation. “Please tell me you girls aren’t planning another night out.”

Emma smacked his arm. “We’re great at karaoke! We bring you the full show.”

“It’s a show, alright.” Niall chuckled out, not able to contain his amusement.

“We’re passionate about our karaoke songs.” Ivy told Cory, mindlessly gesturing her hand in the air as she spoke. “Emma’s a bit more theatrical than I am.”

“Until it’s I Love Rock ‘n Roll and Ivy is head banging.” Emma let out a squeal as Ivy playfully punched her thigh, not wanting to be too embarrassed in front of everyone.

“I think I’ll need to see these performances some day.” Cory said, leaning his elbows on the table as he set his eyes back on Ivy.

“I’d honestly say I go crazier for Crimson and Clover.” Ivy shrugged as she rested her back against the chair, her eyes trailing over to Emma.

She pursed her lips as she thought about it. “You’re right. You love that one more.”

“I’ll remember all this when the bar has a karaoke night. I’ll want proof, Ivy.” Zayn said with a lift of his lips.

Harry cleared his throat and to Ivy’s surprise, he joined the conversation. “Joan Jett, eh? You wanna be real rockstars.” His eyes were focused on Emma, though.

She gave him a wave of her hand. “We can out sing you guys any day.”

“Oh, okay then.” Niall laughed out.

“I’d love to see you try.” Harry had a gentle chuckle follow his words.

Ivy was almost taken by shock at that sound, and how nice he was speaking with everyone else. Of course, he hadn’t said a word to her, but at least he was being polite to the rest of them. It was a surprise that he was capable of expressing joy. She hoped that meant the rest of the dinner would go well and he would just ignore her.

Just as quick as he joined the banter, he stopped replying and got on his phone again. Cory and Zayn were exchanging words on some song they wanted to cover the next time they had a show. Niall and Michelle were bonding over their love of one of the dessert options on the menu.

Emma adjusted herself so that she was facing Ivy more. “Niall can get a schedule from the owner.. I’d love to do karaoke again. It’s been so long.”

“Yeah, it would be fun! I’m up for it whenever.”

The wait for the food was a bit longer than anticipated due to the crowded restaurant, but nobody was complaining. For a while, they all talked amongst themselves about different random topics. Sometimes Harry would chirp out a response, but he was mostly fixated on his phone. Nobody cared to mention it for a while, until Niall made a snide comment after Harry ignored the question Zayn had for him.

“He’s probably texting ole girl.”

The statement made Ivy alert and she began to listen to them tease him. He huffed and gave him a quick lift of his middle finger. Zayn was laughing with Niall, and it seemed that they were on the same page of this inside joke.

“I don’t talk to that bitch anymore.” Harry clarified as he sat his phone down on his leg.

“Why’s that? Can’t keep up with her needs?” Zayn smirked.

“She’s a whore.” Harry shrugged a shoulder carelessly. “A clingy one.”

“She was a bit crazy, huh? Always just showed up at the house.” The sigh that left Niall’s mouth led Ivy to believe this girl wasn’t well liked.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “She was fucking crazy.”

“Isn’t that why you had to change your number?” Michelle asked.

“Yeah. She couldn’t take a hint.” Harry mumbled back.

Ivy was curious about the situation, but the feeling of being nosy was making her dislike herself. She didn’t want to pry or seem like she wanted to be informed of all the drama, so she just tried to ignore it and focus on something else. But Harry’s voice kept on coming out, and she was unable to listen to anything else. Her own racing thoughts weren’t enough to keep her in a trance.

Cory added a comment. “At least she stopped coming to the shows”

“She was literally obsessed with you.” Michelle was giggling about it now, leading Ivy to think that they picked on him about this a lot. Maybe he was fine with it, or maybe he’d get annoyed eventually and blow his top. She was anticipating the outcome.

Harry snarled his lip and shook his head, his words cold and honest. “I hit it a few times and she got.. weird about it.”

“Made her fall for ya.” Zayn nudged his elbow into Harry’s side.

He rolled his eyes and shoved him back. “Please, she was sleeping with anyone who spared her a glance.”

“You sound disappointed she wasn’t all yours.” Cory smirked.

“I’d rather be celibate for the rest of m’life than fuck her ever again.”

Ivy felt her nose scrunch up for a split second at the rather insensitive words Harry said. She didn’t really like the way he easily spoke down on his girl, even if she didn’t know the context or much about the story. She found it rude that he would talk about someone that way, it made her wonder what he said about others.

“One day you’ll get you a real girlfriend, Styles.” Niall said as he gave Emma a wink.

“Not the life I want to live.” Harry was quick to remind them of that.

“Don’t knock it til you try it.” Niall knew the way he handled his relationships was a lot different than what Harry preferred, but he never missed an opportunity to tease him.

“Being tied down isn’t something I want to waste time with.” Harry mindlessly picked up the fork that was placed in front of him and started to twirl in his fingers, staring at the silver as it reflected the lights above them.

The conversation shifted to something else as Cory brought up a random topic. Ivy was grateful in a sense, she didn’t want to listen to him belittle someone anymore. It made her stomach churn and a foul taste stayed in her mouth. Harry didn’t seem like a gentleman before all of this, and now she was sure he was far from that title. It was unfortunate really, she felt as though his attractiveness was a wasted feature. No matter how good looking someone is, being a decent and kind person was more important in her opinion. Harry was neither of those things. Perhaps there was a way she could convince herself she was just having all these conflicting thoughts about him because he was conventionally attractive - because obviously his personality wasn’t winning her over.

Even when everyone’s plates were brought out, the conversations among the table continued. Ivy was amused by how quickly this group could get deep into one topic and suddenly switch to another. She participated every now and then, but most of the things she felt out of place talking about. They were swapping stories and memories, embarrassing one another and making jokes. It was a good time and she was able to learn some things about some of them. Of course, Harry was the quietest the entire time. He mostly made snide comments and sarcastic remarks, but every now and then he’d laugh or smile at someone’s words. Ivy kept her eyes on anyone but him, trying not to get caught up in his surface level details.

“That steak looks perfect.” Cory said as she stuck a piece in her mouth.

She laughed gently, covering her lips so that no food would show as she chewed. “It’s so good.”

She opted to get a small one, just in case she wasn’t that hungry. She didn’t want to look too ridiculous in front of them, besides she was trying to be mindful of proportions. Nobody else seemed to care what anyone thought about their meals, they were enjoying themselves without that insecurity creeping in.

“Sure that’s gonna fill you up?” Cory laughed a little.

She had already finished what she wanted of the potato side, and even though she figured she could finish everything on the plate, she didn’t want to. “Yeah, steak always fills me up quick.”

Ivy wasn’t sure if he was going to keep the conversation going, so she took another bite and waited quietly next to him. He chose not to, though, and instead sparked up a chat with Harry.

“What songs are you practicing? Niall said you wanted to play live.”

Harry shrugged his shoulders. “Rather not say.. in case I fuck ‘em up.”

A sting shot Ivy’s chest as she listened to the vulgar words that so easily flew from his mouth. She didn’t mind being around people who swore, but sometimes it wasn’t necessary. She felt like he was just selfish with everything he did, and didn’t care what anyone else might think. It wasn’t a positive thing in her eyes.

“You give yourself a lot of hell, but you’re pretty good.”

Harry shook his head lightly. “I’m decent.”

“Better at the guitar than I am.” Zayn threw in a quick comment, he had been listening loosely to them and Niall at the same time.

“I told him he’s been doing fine.” Niall said, cutting into the conversation as well. “He gets in his head.”

Harry grunted. “M’just not good at paying attention on stage. I can’t sing and play at the same time.”

Cory gave him some words of encouragement and they went back and forth about the guitar for a few minutes. Ivy had stopped listening to what they were actually saying. Her attention had shifted fully on to Harry. She watched as he moved his head back and forth, his piercing green eyes staring at Cory, then over towards Niall. Occasionally he’d glance at Zayn since the conversation kept his head on a swivel. Emma and Michelle were busy eating and listening, not really caring to add any statements in. The topic had changed strictly to the songs they performed live. They were talking about which ones they want to improve on and what to cut or keep for the next live show.

Ivy was drowning in her own thoughts as she carefully moved her eyes over Harry. She looked at every piece of him she could see from her seat. She noted every small detail, every little expression his face created and every lift of his lips as he spoke. She was in a trance, her mind full of dizzying thoughts about Harry. Whenever he spoke, her eyes fell to his lips so she could watch them move and catch a glimpse of his tongue and teeth. She was admiring the veins in his neck for longer than she realized, her eyes practically glued to his skin.

As the conversation became more diverse again, and his involvement was dialed back, he continued to eat. He would chew and look towards whoever was talking, paying attention but keeping to himself mostly. Ivy didn’t realize that she had been staring at him for so long, without blinking very often. Her fork was frozen in her hand as it rested on her plate. It was so easy for her to get distracted by him, even when she was just disgusted by his behavior earlier. It was dangerously easy..

A handful of minutes had ticked by before Harry suddenly shot his eyes to her. “Do you mind staring in a different direction?”

“Harry.” Zayn sighed heavily, afraid that a repeat of the other night will occur. He was about to say something else when Harry scoffed, not seeing how he was in the wrong.

Ivy felt her heart stop and her chest start to tighten as she realized he was talking to her. She swallowed the lump that quickly formed in her throat and tried to compose herself. She forced her eyes down to her plate. She could feel everyone’s stares on her now. Zayn wasn’t the only one that was afraid something would happen. Harry shook his head and tore his eyes off of her, glad to see that she had decided to look away.

“I mean, shit, she’s staring right at me and m’trying to eat.”

“Alright, man, just don’t be so rude about it.” Zayn mumbled to him, trying to keep him relaxed.

Ivy’s throat was dry, but she tried her best to speak. She licked her lips and nervously moved her hand down to her lap. She wanted to hide both of them, but she couldn’t lift the fork off the plate - it felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. She rubbed her fingers against her leg in an attempt to ease her nerves. His tone was harsh, like it had been when he insulted her, and all she could imagine was more of that treatment. He could say anything he wanted, anything to hurt her feelings or make her more embarrassed.. She was terrified.

“I’m sorry.. I.. I didn’t realize I was staring. I was.. thinking about something.” She mustered up as much of her voice as she could, but her words were shaky.

“I don’t care what you were thinking about.” Harry sighed out immediately, as if he was waiting for her to say something laced with sass like she had at the bar. That part of her was absent tonight.

“Right, sorry.” A quiet mutter came out, but nothing more.

Everyone else looked at each other for a few moments, unsure if they were in the clear or not. Harry had picked up where he left off on his plate, not worried about her anymore. Ivy was not as easily relieved, though. Her palms were becoming clammy, her teeth bit down on her quivering lip - she wanted to cry. She could feel the flames dancing on her face, her skin flushed bright red. Was there any possible way to disappear?

Although the dinner went smooth of the most part, Ivy still felt a bit uneasy with what Harry said to her. She tried her best to not let it bother her, but it was difficult since he was literally right in front of her. She made sure to keep her eyes on the others or on her plate, and nowhere near him. No other rude comments were made for the remainder of the night.

Emma was standing a few feet away talking to Niall about something as everyone was gathered outside of the building in the parking area. Ivy was waiting for Emma patiently, listening to Michelle as she was talking about a movie she wanted to watch when she got home. Cory was texting on his phone next to them while Zayn put a cigarette to his lips. And as for Harry, well he was walking off towards a motorcycle.

As it started up, the loud sound caught her attention. She looked towards it, not realizing he had gotten on the bike. She gulped gently as she watched him tie his hair into a bun on the back of his head before sliding his helmet on. Nobody had told her he drove a motorcycle, not that she expected them to tell her every little detail about him, but she was surprised by it. Within a few seconds, he was gone from the parking lot and her eyes moved back to Michelle, who never stopped talking.

Emma strolled back to her, gesturing towards the car. “I’ve gotta run to Niall’s. I left the charger for my laptop over there.”

Ivy nodded, following her back to the bar. “That’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t take long.” She promised with a smile.

Ivy was silent in the car, and Emma didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with her. Maybe she was better at hiding than she thought. Her stomach was tossing itself around as the anxiety ridden thoughts about Harry spiraled in her mind, a nonstop dizzy feeling taking over. She wished she could unmeet him, wish that he never existed and they never crossed paths. There was no explanation for the way she lost herself at the smallest glimpse of him, why was she so concerned with him? Her brain felt swollen as the thoughts pounded through her mind.

It was the same recurring thoughts of ‘what did I do wrong?’ and ‘why does he hate me?’ that were driving her insane. Harry didn’t owe her anything, they were not friends and she wouldn’t even consider him an acquaintance - yet, she was obsessed with the idea of what if. What if she got Harry to like her? Would he actually want to be her friend or would he just dislike her forever? If they met under different circumstances with nobody else involved, would things unfold the same way? What if she was able to befriend him, would her obsession with his appearance fade away and a friendship emerge?

She shook her head lightly at her own thoughts, saying a silent prayer begging them to vanish. Unfortunately, she had accepted the reality that Harry wouldn’t just disappear from her life. She was friends with Emma, and she associated herself with him. Their paths would cross again eventually, no matter how long she stayed apart from him. He wasn’t going anywhere, whether either of them liked it or not..

“Are you staying in the car?” Emma asked as they suddenly pulled up to a duplex.

“Actually, I need to use the bathroom.” Ivy sighed as she grabbed her phone from her purse. “Do you think Niall would mind?”

Emma grinned. “Of course not!”

When they got out of the car, Ivy let her eyes explore her surroundings. She glanced up at the sky, the moon shining halfway lit surrounded by stars. The duplex itself seemed nice. The two entrances were at the front, side by side. She noticed a familiar car that belonged to Niall. The occupants next door didn’t appear to be home right now. Emma knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for anyone to answer. They walked inside and the smell of some sort of cedar scented candle hit them in the face. Ivy scrunched her nose up at the smell, but didn’t comment on it.

“Breaking in?” Niall asked with a laugh as he appeared from a hallway tucked next to a staircase.

“Is my thing still in your room?” Emma asked as she met him half way, reaching out to grab his hands as if she hadn’t seen him in days.

He squeezed her palms and pulled her against him, his lips hitting her forehead. “Yeah.”

“Oh.” She leaned back to look at him. “Ivy has to use the bathroom.”

Niall shifted on his foot so he was looking past Emma. “Upstairs.. first door when you walk up.”

“Thank you.” She smiled politely before heading in the direction Niall gave her.

They disappeared down the hall, going to Niall’s room to get the item Emma had left. Ivy sat her hand on the railing and slowly slid it up as she ascended the stairs. She kept her head low, watching her footing as she stepped up. The house was on the smaller side, but it felt comfortable and cozy. It definitely was furnished like it was just men living here, she noticed how bland the decorations were. She was actually surprised Emma hadn’t influenced anything.

She reached the top of the stairs and instantly saw the door Niall was referring to. She walked to it, glancing around as she saw a few pictures hanging on the wall and a plant in the corner that she wasn’t sure was real or not. To her left, she saw another door that wasn’t shut quite all the way. She wondered if that was Harry’s room. Based on the outside of the house, she assumed Niall’s room was the only room downstairs in the hall. It wasn’t that big of a place, especially when you consider it’s split into two living areas.

Ivy turned her attention back to the bathroom door and reached for the knob. The very moment her fingers grazed the cold metal to grab it, the door swung open. A gust of wind gently pushed her bangs on her forehead. A grunt left her mouth as she ran into something suddenly. Her eyes shot up and she nearly had a heart attack. There stood Harry, his eyes peering down at her as an irritated look stuck to his features. Ivy backed up just a step or two, her eyes still locked with his. She wanted to scream and run down the stairs to get Emma, but she was frozen right there in the small hallway.

Obviously she knew Harry lived here, and she assumed he was headed home after dinner like everyone else, but the shock of seeing him was enough to make her forget all that. Why was he here, standing in the bathroom doorway with his lips shaped in a snarl and his eyes coldly staring at her?

“Oh, sorry.” She mumbled quietly, unsure of what to say to him.

She was in his space, not in a public place where others could hear them. In fact, they were alone now. He could spit any terrible thing out at her and nobody would be able to defend her. Zayn couldn’t tell him to shut up, Niall couldn’t shoot a rude comment back to him.. they were alone. Harry was just as surprised to see her in his house, but he didn’t care enough to ask her why she was here or what she was doing. He just wanted to get to his room.

“Can you move?” He asked with a dead tone, his brows lifting as he gave her a rude look.

“Oh, um sorry, yeah.” She stepped to the side, allowing him to walk right past her and to the other door.

When it slammed shut, she nodded to herself. That was definitely his room. It took her a moment to catch her breath, but she finally went into the bathroom. She was nervous more than anything. He had just come out of here, what if he thought it was weird she was in his house using his bathroom? Sure, Niall lived here, too, but she was certain that Harry had his own unique way of thinking about things. She tried not to think about it as she handled her business. Part of her was annoyed that she decided to get out of the car. She just spent the entire drive thinking about how much she hated being around him, and she just had to do it again.. not even twenty minutes after parting ways. Harry wasn't going anywhere, and she was not prepared for it.

Later that night, once they both changed and took showers to cleanse themselves of the night, Emma suggested that they bake some cookies and sit on the couch to catch up. Ivy was in a pair of pajama pants and a loose fitting shirt that didn’t match, her feet covered with thick, fuzzy socks as she curled up on the end of the couch under a blanket. Emma didn’t seem to be as cold as her, though.

“So.. overall, how did you feel about dinner?” Emma asked with a big sigh as she grabbed a cookie from the plate sitting on the couch between them. They were facing each other, Emma’s curious eyes watching her closely. “I know there was a little hiccup.. but other than that.”

Ivy took a deep, slow breath and pushed it out, her eyes dancing up towards the ceiling. “It was good, aside from.. that.”

“Yeah? I really wanted you to enjoy it. Be around everyone in a different setting, ya know.”

Ivy nodded, her eyes falling back down to meet Emma’s. “I had a great time. I’m trying not to let his comment bother me.”

She shook her hand in the air. “Don’t let it! He’s just a dick.”

“Other than him, everyone seems pretty cool. I already loved Michelle anyway, and Zayn’s so nice.”

Emma smirked gently. “What about Cory?”

“He’s nice, too. Everyone treated me like I had been their friend for years.”

“Niall said he thinks Cory likes you.. but I don’t know.” Emma had back a giggle.

Ivy rolled her eyes and shrugged. “I don’t think so. He’s just nice and he seemed interested in asking me questions.. instead of just wanting to scream at me like Harry probably does.”

“Harry behaved most of the time. I was surprised, really. I guess he.. can’t fake being nice entirely.”

Ivy wanted to talk about the funny stories she listened to and share how she felt about Michelle, Zayn, and Cory, but a lingering question was burning in her mind. She listened to Emma talk about the night for a little bit as she tried to think about something else to bring up. Maybe it would be best to just talk about the others and not focus anything on Harry specifically.

“Michelle has already told me she wants to have a girls day with you, and Alyssa, too! I hate that she had to miss dinner.” Emma said with a frown, grabbing another cookie.

“What’s the story about the girl?” Ivy blurted, her eyes glued to the cookie she was holding in her hand. She wanted to eat it, but she was so consumed by the thought of Harry that she just kept her eyes on it instead. She couldn’t move without a new thought popping up in her mind.

“What?” Emma was actually confused.

Ivy lifted her eyes for just a second. “The one Harry was talking about.”

Emma let out a light ‘oh’ and then finished off the cookie before saying anything. She wiped her fingers on her shirt and took a drink of her water. Ivy stayed patient, not caring how long it took to get to the point as long as she was informed of it. Emma finally started explaining.

“Niall’s told me about her.. Harry hooked up with her a few times and I think she thought they were something more.” She gave Ivy a quick eye roll. “Harry wasn’t into her like that and apparently he tried to ghost her, but she would come to their house and to Zayn’s shop.. to the shows, all that. Just some poor girl who fell for his trap, I guess.”

“His trap?” She was rubbing her fingers the cookie, staring at it again like it was the most striking thing she’d ever seen.

“Yeah.. Niall says he sorta pulls all the right cards to get a girl to hook up with him.. so he’ll play along with them and once it’s over.. it’s over. He doesn’t date, apparently.”

Ivy cocked a brow. “That doesn't shock me.”

Emma shrugged, not really concerned with Harry’s activities. “I mean.. he’s always been nice to me. He’s funny sometimes.. I guess he’s just really into hooking up.”

Ivy held her tongue for a minute, not sure if she wanted to tell Emma about what happened at Niall’s earlier. She thought about it hard, weighing the different outcomes. Emma wouldn’t say anything too crazy or make her feel like she done something wrong, so she chose to tell her.

“I literally ran into him when I went to the bathroom.”

Emma seemed surprised by that. “Really? Did he go crazy?”

A laugh fell from Ivy’s lips. “No.. surprisingly. But.. he wasn’t very polite about it.”

“Sounds like Harry to me.” Emma reached for another cookie, not carrying how many she ate in one sitting.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“While it’s on my mind..” Emma started with a higher pitched tone, sitting up to lean her elbows on her knees. “Niall wants to invite you on a little weekend thing they have planned.”

Ivy lifted a brow. “What is it?”

“Basically, there’s this really, like, underground or low key, whatever band that they all like. They’re playing at some pretty big club event space place, I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s just an hour and a half away.” Emma said as her eyes roamed over the room while she wracked her brain for all the details. “Niall said they have some stuff planned to do during the day, too. They split hotel rooms and stuff, so it’s not too bad price wise.”

Ivy pondered the idea for a moment, then started to feel unsure. “I don’t want to intrude if it’s like a friends’ trip or whatever.”

“No, no, it’s perfectly fine! Niall was going to ask you at dinner but he forget. He told me to mention it to you when we stopped by his place.” Emma said with a warm smile, hoping it made Ivy feel more comfortable. She didn’t want her to think they wouldn’t want her around.

“It’s just for one weekend?”

Emma nodded. “Yeah. Leave that Friday around noon probably. The show is Friday night. Come home Sunday.”

Growing up, Ivy never had a large friend group while she was in school. Even in college, she didn’t have that many friends. This was the most people she’s been around in a platonic setting. She had always craved to be a part of those cool girl groups in school, always wanted to have slumber parties and huge birthday celebrations. Now was her chance to chase that dream and actually catch it. She pushed aside any doubt and gave Emma a smile.

“I’ll go, yeah. That sounds so fun.”

Emma squealed, clapping her hands together. “I can’t wait!”

She didn’t raise any questions about it. She didn’t need to ask to know that Harry was going to be there. If she had to be around him, she was just going to have to learn to suffer through it in silence. Part of her wanted to be around him anyway, wanted to force him to like her as a friend and be polite to her. It would be a challenge, but she wouldn’t be afraid to try.

[a/n: this is short compared to what’s the come, but it’s necessary that I stop it here! part 4 is going to make up for the short length hehehe anyways, thank u for stopping by & checking this out, I hope it was enjoyable! see u soon]

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seekforwarmth · 7 months ago

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hello and welcome to the july fic rec featuring my favourite works i read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —

໑ If Life Is a Photograph by @allwaswell16 (T, 2k, strangers to lovers, canon divergence, singer louis, photographer harry, meet-cute, mexico) Harry gets plucked out of the crowd to take Louis’ crew pic on stage in Guadalajara.

໑ It Was Electric Touch by @allwaswell16 (E, 2.2k, acquaintances, canon divergence, singer louis, assistant harry, age difference, afhf, brazil) Harry, assistant to The Snuts' manager, has been indulging in fantasies about the headliner and founder of the Away From Home Festival, Louis Tomlinson. He gets the chance to indulge in the real thing at the after party.

໑ Tastes Like Violets by @allwaswell16 (T, 2.2k, strangers to lovers, famous/famous au, popstar harry, rockstar louis, social media, flirting) Pop star Harry Styles has a bit of a crush on his makeup artist's brother.

Or Louis has a death metal band, Harry doesn't mind public challenges via Twitter, and Lottie thinks they're both hopelessly chaotic.

໑ A ROad and A ROmance to self discovery by @rockstarlwt28 (G, 3k, friends, motivational speaker louis, student harry, lgbt+ themes, read tags and author’s note) Louis Tomlinson, a motivational speaker for the LGBTQ plus community finds himself confronted with a student who is determined to derail his presentation. Reaching boiling point and landing in hot water, Louis seeks out a place of serenity. A welcomed presence of additional tranquillity and renowned first class student Harry Styles, accompanies him.

໑ Babydoll by @louixamor (E, 4.7k, somewhat established relationship, boss/employee relationship, guard harry, italian mafia, morally grey characters, read tags and author’s note) Married to one of the most powerful men in the Mafia, Louis feels nothing but loneliness and dissatisfaction.

Lucky for him, his security guard is there to fill the void.

Literally.

໑ Couldn't Forget You If I Tried by heartbreakwthr / heart_breakwthr (E, 7k, strangers to lovers, college/university au, blind date, first dates, (or is it?), drunkenness) “What if he’s ugly?” Zayn leans in the doorway to the living room, raising an eyebrow and fixing Louis with a perplexed gaze.

“Then you’ll call me and get me out of it,” Louis attempts a shrug as best as he can with the couch cushions laid out around him. Louis smirks, “I’m going to text him back.”

Louis sits up, his eyebrows pull together, and he crafts a perfectly worded text back to the mysterious man he’s been texting with vaguely throughout the week. He writes: "7 is perfect. See you then. x"

“I’m not bailing you out of this one. If he’s ugly and boring and terrible you’re just going to have to deal with it,” Zayn shakes his head and crosses his arms, his signal that the conversation is well and truly done.

Louis doesn’t mind. He’s got a date.

Louis goes on a blind date. Kind of.

໑ If Control is My Religion… by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 (E, 14k, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, mpreg au, football player louis, athletic trainer harry, tarot reading) “So just to recap, you’ve been vomiting every single morning, and then you seem to be fine for the rest of the day?”

Louis nods. “Except for yesterday when Liam was eating a tuna sandwich after practice and it smelled vile. Who the hell even likes tuna sandwiches?”

Niall sighs in the way that a disappointed parent might. “Louis, please don’t take this in the wrong way, because I’m not judging you at all. But is there any possibility that you’re pregnant?”

Louis scoffs. Technically, it is possible. Louis’ known he was a male carrier since his routine physical when he was sixteen. But it isn’t actually possible, not really. He and Harry always use a condom.

Except for that one day a few weeks ago when Louis had forgotten to buy more and they couldn’t wait. And the time the week before that when the condom had broke, but they both figured it was probably fine.

Shit.

(Or the one where Louis is a professional football player, who’s in a very mutually beneficial no-strings-attached relationship with the team’s medical trainer Harry. Everything in Louis’ life is exactly how he wants it. Until he finds himself unexpectedly pregnant).

໑ Smooth like Chocolate by @silverstuff50 (E, 16.2k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, au pair louis, seduction, sneaking around) Part of the Omegaverse Fic Fest 2024 Prompt: Omega Louis babysits Alpha Harry’s little siblings. Harry comes home from uni break to see this pretty omega baking cookies in his family home.

໑ Beautiful, Dirty, Rich by @starryhazelou (E, 23.5k, strangers to lovers, age difference, rich harry, law student louis, read tags and author’s note) Later that night, Louis arrived home and screamed into his pillow when he flopped onto his mattress. This prompted Niall to appear in the doorway with a concerned look on his face. A beer was being nursed carefully in his hand, blue eyes glassy from the booze.

“Um… Are you okay?” It came out quietly like he was scared of spooking Louis.

Louis dramatically flipped over to stare at his roommate, “I met the love of my life at work, but he’s a club member so it’s forbidden.” He whined loudly, jutting his bottom lip out in faux distress.

“Shit Lou, you had me worried. Thought someone died or something,” The boy groaned, strolling over to plop himself onto the mattress, “So, tell me about this guy you wanna fuck.”

“Ni he’s the sexiest person I’ve ever met. I want to be his trophy wife he shows off, and have all his babies, and be at his beck and call twenty-four seven,” All he received in return was an unimpressed stare, his friend rolling his eyes at the antics. ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cart girl Louis x Sugar daddy Harry

໑ Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by mandylynn4 / mirandasch93519 (E, 27k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, best friend’s brother, police officer louis, singer harry, summer) Louis is an omega who's just completed his criminal justice degree and hoping to get into the alpha-dominated field of police work. He's spent four years hiding his secondary gender in fear that he'll not be taken seriously, or worse, not be able to continue with his chosen career path. After his summer internship is complete, he has plans to move to a more progressive city, where his secondary gender won't be an issue. He goes home to finally relax and spend the last summer with his mother and sisters before he moves and finds that his younger sister has a new best friend - a gorgeous alpha named Harry. With the singer-songwriter alpha in the house hanging around all summer long, Louis has to work even harder to keep his secondary gender hidden, which means drastic measures have to be taken. It certainly doesn't help that Harry is friendly, flirtatious, and extremely tactile… Written for the 1D Omegaverse Fic Fest 2024.

#28th appreciation #1dsource #1dsquad #hlcreators #hljournal #artistsof1d #1dficvillage #trackinghome #*#*rec #thank you for sharing your talent with us!#i didn’t read rare pairs this month sadly :(

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blouisparadise · 9 months ago

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics with twink Louis. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Sweet Little Virgin | Explicit | 2,304 words

Harry and Louis are roommates and have been for years. Harry didn't know Louis was a virgin, until now.

2) Suspenders And Lace | Explicit | 2,784 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry has a thing for suspenders and white lace. Louis happens to have a thing for being a good boy for his Daddy.

3) You're A Good Boy And You Know It. | Mature | 3,234 words

Harry Styles a big famous pornstar, a young alfa sensation. Big and strong with tattoos all over his body, and a big alfa cock. And Louis Tomlinson is just a barely legal omega who is about to make his big debut in the porn industry, about to be knotted for the first time by the one and only Harry Styles.

4) Just a One Night Stand | Not Rated | 3,250 words

He heard Harry hum then he felt his hands on his waist, his thumbs digging into his skin. The grip he had on his waist was so unbelievebly strong, and Louis couldn't wriggle out of his grasp. But maybe he didn't want to get away. Maybe he wanted this.

5) The Rich And Beautiful | Mature | 3,341 words

Louis Tomlinson aka: "Teasy Tommo" dances for the richest man in England and gets more than what he bargained for.

6) The Library | Mature | 5,088 words

Louis works at a library, and Harry really needs a biology textbook.

7) When You Die (I Become Alive) | Not Rated | 5,797 words

“Saw your twink in the staff room," Niall says as he enters the elevator. “Have to admit, that ass is big.” "He is not my twink-" Harry is looking at his reflection in the elevator, "-but I'll see if he works out."

8) Wicked Games | Not Rated | 6,996 words

Prompt: Louis is the socially awkward kid who has anxiety and self harms and just isn't popular. Harry's the really popular one who never picks on anybody but has some pretty assholey friends who pick on Louis a lot and one day they pull his pants down and see that he's wearing pink boxers and most people laugh and Louis is mortified so he runs out but Harry follows him because he thought it was really hot and then they have sex with Harry cherishing every part of Louis body and making him feel important.

9) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20,154 words

Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do. In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.

10) A Couple Months Too Long | Mature | 21,291 words

"I mean who wouldn't be scared when a cute little twink comes to tell a famous rockstar that the great sex in a doorway they had ended with a baby." And yeah, now Louis is staring at him with wide eyes. Louis is a fan of Harry's and they fuck and end up with a child.

11) Heart Open, Bloodstain On My Sleeve | Explicit | 35,706 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Harry admits, one hand coming to rub the back of his neck, “I stared at you for a good while before I finally got the guts to come up to you. You looked so pretty sitting there, with your little ankles and your pencil in your mouth, so enthralling… art in front of art.” Louis’ not sure what to say, so he just kind of sits there, eyes bugging out as he stares at Harry. “I mean, like you’re not an object!” Harry rushes out, babbling. “I just, there’s something about you that’s so captivating, and maybe it’s the way your eyes are like a watercolor painting of the sea, or how delicate your hands look when you draw, but I just wanted to get to know you. It’s not like I pick up random boys at art museums usually, I swear. Not that I’m trying to pick you up! Unless you want to be…God, fuck I’m sorry this is so awkward now. I can go, um, if you want."

12) Take My Pure (And Wash It All Away 'Til I'm Cured) | Explicit | 40,629 words

And Louis decides, as the boy slowly starts backing away with that cheeky grin lighting up that whole stupidly beautiful face, that he should sue him for emotional abuse just for the fact his pecs stretch the fabric of his shirt like that alone. He really should. He might even win the case.

13) Falling Out Of Fashion | Explicit | 42,123 words

Harry Styles has been the established face of the Grimshaw House of Design for two years. It’s a prestigious and coveted modeling contract Harry took away from once-famed supermodel Zayn Malik. With the model transition Grimshaw’s designs went from a more urban, Zayn-forward aesthetic, to a Harry-favoring flowery, flowing femininity in the Grimshaw designs for men. So when Harry sees a dress Grimshaw made for a famous Marvel actress, “only a tease”, Nick says, of the evolving look, Harry knows Grimshaw is shifting his aesthetic. Harry wonders if he can pull off the look. Or could Grimshaw be looking for a new face?

14) A Love Like This Won't Last Forever (And I Don't Mind At All) | Mature | 53,978 words

“I thought you’re a woman.” “Excuse me?” “Rumour has it that I’m about to have a new stepmother. Just didn’t expect it would be a man, though twink would give a much better description.” “I’m not a twink.” Louis crossed his hands in front of his chest defensively. The man looked at him from head to toe and gave him a sweet fake smile. “Yeah, you are.” “I’m not— hold on,” Louis loosened his arms and now playing with his thumbs, “what do you mean stepmother?” The man extended his hand and stupidly Louis reached for it. Once the bigger hand engulfed his own, the man shook it. “Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you. What should I call you? Stepmother or the mistress?” Harry tightened his grip. “Or maybe a homewrecker?” He gave him the most cruel smile a man could offer.

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calm-and-wine · 11 months ago

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honestly I think it did, 10/10 would recommend

really hoping seeing niall tomorrow will fix me

#honestly niall is an absolute rockstar #and a sweetheart #can’t believe I actually saw him with my own eyes and heard his angel voice live

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missmielyhoran · 2 years ago

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Only Angel

in which Y/N is the rockstar Harry's hot girlfriend

90s rockstar!harry × Fashion!reader

Masterlist

Harry Styles- Notorious Rockstar, in band with Louis, Mitch, Niall and Zayn, Somehow always in middle of trouble and a big big flirt...just for his girlfriend...

Y/N Y/L/N- Harry's girlfriend, a fashion student, Sarah's bestie, has borderline anger issue and she will fight you without hesitant, always getting Harry out of trouble and enjoys begin centre of attention, especially her boyfriend's...

Series-

• Concert- you catch a certain rockstar's eyes... (tba)

• Forgotten- in which Harry wants Y/N to go out with him one way or another...

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

• Long Live- Harry does his first ever tiktok live...

Blurbs-

• New year- How my Harrys celebrate New Year

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srldesigns6277 · 1 year ago

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Niall Horan, Rockstar - Small Talk - TSLOT Birmingham

#niall horan #niall james horan #tslot Birmingham #the show #the show live on tour #1dsource #artistsof1d #trackinghome #my gifs

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years ago

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Love of My Life

For the 'Even When The Night Changes' series

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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A/N: As a celebration of the 1 year anniversary of this series, I wanted to give you something very special. Here it is. The wedding of Harry and Stylist Y/N.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, oh and an emotional Niall

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August 2017

[Deep breaths, you're gonna be totally fine]

You purse your lips and exhale, doing your best to control your breathing and the butterflies uncontrollably fluttering around inside.

You're not scared. It's just a big moment. And even all the dreaming and planning didn't prepare you for the emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you get ready to walk down the aisle.

"I wasn't privileged to have always been there for you, but I always will be kiddo. And I'm so honored to be here now." Dave states as he takes in a shaky breath. "You look beautiful, YN."

He lifts up the hand of yours that he has held in his, and twirls you under his arm, allowing you to show off your silk, fitted, sweetheart neckline bridal gown.

The moment is something you had wished for as a little girl, and then one you never thought you'd have as you grew older. Without your father in your life, this moment never seemed possible. But here you are, being doted over by Dave, and it is better than you ever could have imagined.

"Dave..." You reply, quivering in your words. "I can't… imagine… this moment without you."

You take a deep breath, wrap your hand around Dave's arm, and he nods when you turn your head to him.

"Let's get you to Harry." He winks.

You nod back to him and straighten up as you take the first steps.

Your heart leaps as you start to hear the first chords of your chosen song. To be more specific, Harry's chosen song.

You awake to the soft strumming of a guitar, and smile as you open your eyes to see Harry sitting up in bed and staring out the window with the instrument on his lap.

"What are you doing there, Rockstar?" You ask sleepily.

"Good morning, Sunshine." He turns around, a sweet smile displayed on his face. "I was just thinking about you, and the wedding…"

"Oh?"

"I think… if you don't mind… I think I have the perfect song for you to walk down the aisle to…" He states bashfully.

"Okay, H. Let's do it." You shrug.

"Yeah?" He grins. "Can it be a surprise?"

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you." You giggle.

The butterflies rise as you realize an instrumental version of 'Here Comes the Sun' by The Beatles is beginning to serenade you.

But with each step, the song begins to fade further into the background as the noise of your racing heartbeat takes its place. If you could focus on anything else, you'd notice all eyes on you. You'd hear the joyful sniffles from loved ones. You feel Dave patting your hand in encouragement and emotion. However, the closer you get to the end of the aisle, the more fixated you become on the man waiting there for you.

You cannot help the way your eyes wander up and down his frame, admiring how well his surprisingly buttoned white shirt fits his upper body, and the way his trousers hug his lower half in all the right ways.

[Skinny jeans who?]

He looks incredible. Not that he ever hasn't, but today he has reached his peak. No sheer black shirt, Saint Laurent jacket, or floral Gucci suit could ever compare to the way that he looks right there. But what makes it the best, is the sparkle in his gorgeous green eyes, and the wide brimming smile on his face. Those expressions are bigger and brighter than you've ever seen them, and your heart swells with love.

Suddenly, you're there, facing the man you still can't believe you're spending the rest of your life with. If anyone told you three years ago that this would be your future, you would have fainted from the lack of breath you'd have due to laughter. The thought of just being loved felt ridiculous back then. But to be loved by Harry Styles? Unfathomable. Yet, you have it even better. You are loved by Harry. Just Harry. And there he is before you, loving you, and waiting to take you as his wife.

"You're a lucky man, Harry." Dave utters, receiving an instant nod from the man he is addressing.

"I know." Harry responds, reaching his hand out as Dave lets go of yours. "Trust me, I know."

Dave gives you a kiss on the cheek and you give him the most appreciative smile you can muster. You know that you wouldn't be in this moment if it weren't for the way he loved your mother. He showed her, and then you, that it was possible to be cherished in exactly the way someone should be.

"You look… YN, you look…" Harry stumbles through his words, his eyes flickering up and down your body as you move beside him. They work their way back up to yours, and his other hand reaches to your cheek, using his thumb to gently caress your skin. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Looking really snazzy there yourself, H." You reply, your gaze never leaving his.

"Yeah, yeah. Everyone looks good. Now, can we do what we all came here for?"

Your attention is taken from each other as you both turn to look at the source of the voice beside you both.

Niall winks, prying open the notebook he brought to help him keep on track while officating the ceremony. You chuckle as he takes a deep breath, knowing full well that he may have a harder time keeping his composure than either you or Harry.

"Family and friends, we are here today to witness Harry and Y/N commit to one another. However, this was done in their hearts a long time ago. I would know, I was there."

The crowd chuckles.

"From the beginning, Y/N brightened something in Harry, and Harry ignited something in her. Even through the tough times, they were always tethered together somehow, they have always been in love."

Niall looks to you and winks again, a gesture to prove that he was right all along. From the beginning.

"Now, m'tryna keep it together, because I love these two loads. So, m'gonna keep it short."

Harry gently places his finger under your chin, and leads your gaze to meet his. You instantly see his bright eyes and beaming smile, causing you to forget where you are. You just stare into those gorgeous greens and everything feels right.

"It's… It's now time for the vows, and these two have written their own. So, get out your tissues and handkerchiefs, people." Niall suggests, pulling out his own in preparation.

"Bloody hell mate, I wanna get through this and you're not helping." Harry whispers, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a paper.

"Jesus. Okay. Haz, please read your vows out to Y/N."

Harry clears his throat and takes a deep breath, staring down at his paper before looking back up to you.

"Sunshine. I've used that name for you since the day we met. As soon as I saw you, and your bright presence, I was instantly drawn to you. From that day forward, you were always on my mind."

He looks up to you with a smirk, and small blush forming on his face, then looks back down to his words.

"You kept a strong guard of your heart, but you also quickly had a strong hold on mine, and I knew that it was yours from then on. Thank you, for trusting me with your own. Y/N, I promise that you'll never have to guard it again, because I'll keep it safe every day of my life. I would do anything for you, and I plan to prove that to you every single time I take a breath."

You hear Niall clear his throat, and make the mistake of quickly glancing over to him, seeing the glossy filter of emotion forming over his eyes.

"Don't you dare." You quietly plead, focusing back on Harry so he can continue.

"You know me, the real me, the deepest parts of me. You're the reason behind the man I am now, and the man I want to be, and I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. You are everything to me."

He pulls his lips inward for a moment, folding up his paper and grabbing your left hand for a kiss.

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

You can hear a multitude of sniffles in the crowd, but refuse to look their way. You stay focused on him.

"Oh no. I'll lose it in a moment…" Niall states in a whisper. "Because now it's time for your vows, Superstar. Please read them to Harry."

You turn towards Natalie to grab the paper you spent very little time writing on. It wasn't hard to know what you wanted to say to the man standing in front of you.

Your gaze catches your best friends and you smile as you see the small lines in her makeup made clear by her tears.

"Damn it. He's good at that." She whispers.

"Yeah, too good."

You turn back to face Harry, getting lost in his eyes for a moment, yet again, and grab one of his hands with your own. You close your eyes and let out a strong exhale, opening them again to view the words you are about to express.

"Harry, since day one, you have changed my life. I was so scared to open up- to love someone, or be loved by someone. But then I met you. No one has ever made me feel so out of control, but yet also completely safe at the same time."

You pause, taking in a big inhale as you think about the sincerity of those words.

"I've had constant butterflies since the first moment you looked at me, and I knew nothing would be the same. That feeling will never go away."

A subtle shake of your head, and the swallowing down of the lump in your throat give you the ability to continue.

"You opened up my heart, and my world. I would have never experienced most of what I have if it weren't for you. You are everything I never knew I needed, and everything I never want to be without. You changed my life, and now you are my life."

You peer up to him and are taken into the trance that only he can do with you, awakening those same butterflies you had just mentioned before.

"I love you, Rockstar. Never a question."

"Oh boy. That was… yeah, beautiful you two." Niall quickly swipes his thumb under his eyes and clears his throat. "But I held it together."

"Umm…" you chuckle. "If you say so."

"Alright. Alright. Let's keep this going and get rings on fingers, 'cause I wanna get ya married!"

Mitch hands yours to Harry, and Natalie hands Harry's to you. You smile as you hold it in your palm, remembering the very first time you saw it. The thick gold band, surrounding a green peridot gem in the middle. The one you saw and instantly thought of him. The one you bought for him, and sent him for Christmas that first year you had been together, after the breakup. The one he kept that entire time, but never wore, in hopes that one day he can wear it for something special. The one he, apparently, kept for today.

He grabs both of your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your fingers, biting his lower lip as his right foot moves behind his left leg and begins to tap on the ground.

"Harry, do you take Y/N to be your wife? Will you cherish her, love her, support her, and commit to her through whatever life may throw at you?"

"I do."

"F'course you do." Niall winks.

Harry brings up your left hand for a kiss, looking up at you before he lowers it back down slightly, and gently slides your wedding ring onto your finger. You look down and the breath is taken from you. He asked to buy you a completely different and additional ring, not just a wedding band. Your engagement ring now sits on your other hand, and a beautiful gold floral band with a peridot stone in the center rests in its place. It matches the one you purchased for him, the gemstone representing August, for the month you met and now also for the moment you take his last name.

"And Y/N, do you take Harry to be your husband. Will you cherish him, love him, support him, and commit to him through whatever life may throw at you?"

"I do."

Tears begin to congregate at the corners of your eyes, and you dip your head down to place the ring on his finger. As your gaze comes back up, Harry's hand runs across your cheek to collect the moisture.

"We figured." Niall laughs, pulling you out of the love daze you're in and reminding you of the actual event taking place. "Alright, well, now for the best part! The internet gave me the power to say that I can now… oh geez… I can now pronounce you husband and wife!"

Cheers erupt from all around you, but your gazes and grins stay on each other, reveling in the moment you legally become one another's, though you know that happened in your hearts a long time ago.

"Now, kiss her you fool!" Someone, who sounds like your brother, shouts from their seat.

Unfazed, you watch as Harry glances over your lips, biting his own as both hands move to cup your cheeks.

Anyone else would expect to be pulled right in and lips firmly smashed together as the final step of the ceremony. But Harry slowly leans in, breath labored as if it is the first, but also most important, kiss between you too. His lips initially graze yours, causing a shiver over your skin as your hands slide up from his biceps to the back of his neck. He presses softly against you, pulling you in closer, his tongue gently teasing to be let in.

Time stands still. It's the perfect way to end the official event and begin your life as a married couple. You could be in that moment forever, but as your mind begins to flash to all the possibilities ahead for the two of you, your lips pull away. Looking up to Harry, you notice the gathering of tears in his eyes as you feel one or two of your own begin to trickle down.

"I don't want to let go of this moment." He whispers, words shared between just the two of you, despite the many eyes pointed your way.

"You don't have to." You quietly respond, a whirlwind of love, excitement, and joy taking over you completely. "I'm not going anywhere."

He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, one with a little more passion, but the same amount of tenderness as before.

All of a sudden, there's the slight feeling of warm breath hitting between the two of you.

"But if you two don't move, no one gets to eat." Niall mumbles, causing you and Harry to smile against each other's lips, finding the comedy in the fact that even though this is a new journey for you two, some things will never change.

"Alright." Harry mutters, finally pulling back from you, his eyes still taking yours in. "Let's get this party started."

~~~~~

"If the bride and groom could make their way to the dancefloor, it is time for their first dance as newlyweds."

Harry stands up and grabs your hand, helping you out of your seat and leading you to the center of the room.

"Now, don't be mad…"

"Oh god, that's never good." You chuckle.

"I have one more surprise for you." He states, giving you that mischievous smirk you are so used to seeing.

"Okay…" You reply nervously. You're not the biggest fan of surprises, and Harry knows this, but each one he has done for you has gone above and beyond any expectation you could ever have. It's not as though you need him to do it that way, but you know it's the way he likes to, and the thought he puts into it always shows how much he loves you.

Suddenly, the quick sound of drums hits your ears, and you instantly recognize his choice of song with the upbeat notes of the other instruments beginning to play.

"You picked a 'Starship' song?" You ask, eyebrows raised in curiosity and amusement. "Why?"

You reach your spot and he spins around to hold your waist, pulling you in as close as possible to his chest. You instinctively rest your head on his shoulder and feel the weight of his head as it rests on yours.

(Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now)

Lookin' in your eyes

I see a paradise

This world that I've found is too good to be true

Standin' here beside you

Want so much to give you

This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you

"Umm… 'cause you were listening to them…" Harry begins, causing you to pull back your head, seeing the blush in his cheeks and his eyes flickering around as if in embarrassment.

[He's so cute when he's flustered, and it's funny that he still seems to get that way with you]

"The first time I walked in on you singing, in the dressing room, you were listening to a 'Starship' song." He explains.

"Such a sap." You chuckle as you sarcastically shake your head, your heart filling with every positive emotion you can feel at one time.

And we can build this dream together

Standing strong forever

Nothing's gonna stop us now

And if this world runs out of lovers

We'll still have each other

Nothing's gonna stop us

Nothing's gonna stop us now

"Thank you. I love it." You whisper to him, feeling those permanent butterflies as his lips gently kiss the top of your hair.

You lift your head, staring into the eyes that can pierce their way to your soul, and you cup his cheek, knowing that this is exactly where you were meant to be.

All the fear, adventure, heartbreak, fighting and waiting for each other was a difficult journey to experience, but it led you to this perfect moment, with this perfect man.

"Why are you so good to me?" You ask, watching as his eyes begin to glisten in the dim light of the room.

"Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He smiles, carefully holding the back of your head and bringing you in for a kiss.

You smile against his lips and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, keeping his face close as he momentarily pulls away.

"You're my favorite person in the whole world, Mrs. Styles." He grins, and you wonder if he can feel your heart beating as strongly as you can feel his.

[That very first day he saw you, you were shocked that he knew your name, but now you are so happy and honored that you get to take his]

"And you will always be mine."

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 6 months ago

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HI ALL! This is a weird one but do you know any stories where Mercedes is heavily in instead of Rachel? I always preferred that friendship and was disappointed in how that friendship changed on the show. I would love to read stories where Mercedes is Kurts best friend. (Bonus if Sam's in it too). Thank you in advance)

That's not a weird Ask - happy to find more Mercedes and Samcedes for you! ~Jen

Hey Mister DJ, Put a Record On By @honeysucklepink

It's Valentine's Day, and single coworkers Kurt and Blaine are stuck at the campus radio station playing sappy love songs and dedications. All the cheese is giving them indigestion, but who knows? Maybe by the end of their shift, they'll be humming a different tune...

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My Heart, It Pounds, Yeah You Got Me by @nineofhearts4

Kurt gets drunk and records a TikTok entitled “Guys I Had A Crush On In High School”, in which he talks about, rates, and shows pictures of his various crushes— embarrassing, unrequited, and otherwise — thinking he set it to friends only or private. When he wakes up the next day, he has a flood of notifications that prove otherwise, a hangover, and a text from Blaine Anderson. The longest part of Kurt’s now viral video.

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Like A Firework by beautifulunseen

Kurt, who has tried to stay away from the music industry, meets a beautiful stranger one night at a party and falls hard. The only problem is the beautiful stranger is Blaine Anderson, rockstar.

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Regrets Collect Like Old Friends by Fearlessly

After the engagement gets called off, Kurt turns to Mercedes. Will she be able to help while she’s on her first national tour? This is a story about friendship and self-discovery.

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Operation Secret Santa by @chasingkerouacwrites

Kurt can’t stop staring at the cute guy who comes by the coffee station near his desk every morning, but can never muster up the courage to say hello. Until the assignment for their office Secret Santa is revealed and his reads ‘Blaine Anderson’. Written in pieces for Klaine Advent 2017.

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Soon by prettyskylark

Set during 4x21. Mercedes gives Kurt the talk during their double coffee date when the guys go get their coffee. Because someone must have told Kurt to pull his head out of his ass and finally open his eyes.

~~~~~ They are Unicorns By KillerQuen80

Kurt and Blaine let Sam and Rachel talk them into a bachelor party instead of the upscale dinner they'd originally planned. Which leads to them finding an unconventional centerpiece at the party.

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Clinging to This Hating Game by notarelationship

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

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Hiding in Plain Sight by @nineofhearts4

Blaine is famous and decides to take a break from it all by putting on a disguise and going “backpacking” through Europe with his best friend Sam. What happens when they run into fellow Americans, Kurt and Mercedes, at one of the hostels?

Loosely based on the time Niall Horan apparently went backpacking in disguise in Asia

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and one blaine mercedes friendship that could have been

The Roommate chronicles by killerqueen80

Living together is an eye opening experience in different ways for Blaine, Mercedes and Sam.

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lemoncrushh · 8 months ago

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Meeting Harry Styles

Summary: After actress Mia Tangelo meets Harry Styles at a One Direction concert, he surprises her by showing up at her film premiere.

Warnings: None. I still ask that you be at least 18 to read my fics though.

Word Count: 3820

A/N: A cute one shot from 2016. Harry x OC. I believe this was a request where the woman was famous too. Obviously, this is 1D Harry.

My sister had taken me to a One Direction concert. Neither of us were particularly huge fans, but I'll admit I'd been known to sing along to a few of their songs on the radio. When she originally told me about the tickets I raised a brow, but ended up agreeing to join her, thinking it would be a fun night out with my sis. I'd recently wrapped up filming for my latest movie, and between that and press and promo for my previous film that was opening in a few weeks, we rarely got to spend time with each other anymore.

Halfway through the show, and a few beers later, Nora let the cat out of the bag. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the sheer excitement from the crowd, but with her arm looped through mine she informed me she'd always had a crush on Niall. I giggled at her as I leaned my head on her shoulder, watching the four boys on stage. My eyes, however, were not focused on the Irish one, but rather the tall, long-haired one in jeans so tight you could practically see-

"Mia!" Nora shouted in my ear, interrupting my dirty thoughts. "Did you see that? Oh my God, he's so cute! That smile!"

"Yeah," I grinned. I knew she was referring to Niall, but I wasn't.

I continued to stare at him in awe as he pranced around the stage, getting the crowd more riled up with each "make some noise!" and flip of his hair. A couple of times he came our way, and I could swear we made eye contact as he gave his dimpled grin and a thumbs up.

Harry Styles. I knew the name. I knew who he was. I guess for some reason I'd never really paid attention. One Direction was just a pop band with a handful of catchy tunes. But standing there in the audience, watching him in his element, I realized what Harry Styles really was - a rockstar.

When the concert was over and I was nearly deaf from all the screaming (okay, I might've contributed to it some), Nora and I grabbed our things to hurry toward the exit. In the early days, my sister and I would stay at the venue long after the show was through, and the seats had cleared out. But now that I had an acting career, I got recognized a lot. Not that I minded it, but sometimes fans would crowd around for hours, and I'd finally have to tell them I needed to leave. I still wasn't very good at turning people down and it made me feel bad, so it was just easier to leave the premises early.

As we made our way down the aisle, I caught the glimpse of camera phones snapping photos. Of course, I knew phones had been out during the entire concert, but I also knew people were getting pics of me. I even heard my name shouted a few times. Deciding to hold up a hand to wave, I felt Nora poke me in the back.

"What?" I turned to ask her.

"That guy's calling for you," she pointed ahead of me.

Twirling back around, I saw whom she was talking about, nearly bumping into him. He wore a white t-shirt that simply said STAFF on the front.

"Mia Tangelo?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Harry Styles wants to meet you," he stated with a small smile.

My eyes about popped out of their sockets as I stared at the guy. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

My jaw dropped slightly as I eyed Nora who was practically up against my back, her arm still holding on to mine.

"Oh my God!" she squealed.

"You wanna come with me?" I heard the man ask.

"Oh, sure," I muttered. "Yeah."

Nora and I followed him through a maze that led us to a backstage area. I wasn't even sure how we got there without running into other bodies, but before we knew it, we were standing in front of a doorway.

"Just have a seat in there," the guy instructed, gesturing toward a sofa inside the room.

"Thank you," I said pleasantly.

I could feel Nora's nerves radiating off of her as she sat next to me. I chuckled low, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Honey, calm down," I whispered. "I've introduced you to my co-stars before."

"I know, and I was nervous as hell every time," she spewed.

I smiled. "They're just people, like you and me."

Nora raised a brow. "Like you, maybe, but not like me. Not even close."

"I hate when you talk like that," I scoffed.

"Hey, I wasn't just in a movie with Le-"

"Hello," I heard a British accent say. I lifted my gaze to the doorway where a very tall and handsome Harry Styles stood.

"Hi!" I greeted, rising from my seat. "Mia Tangelo, nice to you meet you." I extended my hand and Harry took it. A smile spread across his face, revealing his dimples again.

"Lovely to meet you, too, Mia. I'm a massive fan," he remarked, shaking my hand before leaning forward and kissing the air on either side of my face.

"Of mine? Really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, his gaze not wavering from mine. It was then that I noticed he still had a hold of my hand, and I had yet to acknowledge my sister who had stood up from the couch.

"Um," I cleared my throat. "Harry, this is my sister, Nora."

Nora, who had just been a ball of nerves less than a minute ago, suddenly found her courage and shook Harry's hand, giving him the lowdown on herself and how much she enjoyed the concert and wished she had seen them years ago. Harry was a gentleman, taking in every word. I took the opportunity to take in his beauty, my eyes traveling down his slim physique to his boots. He was even better looking up close, his thin t-shirt revealing a few tattoos underneath. I liked the way he kept combing his long fingers through his hair, and how full his lips were.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the show," I heard Harry say.

I blinked just as I caught a glimpse of someone else walking in the room. I nudged Nora with my elbow. She let out a slight yelp when she saw him.

"Hello," I held out my hand when Niall walked up to me. "I'm Mia."

"Yeah, I thought I saw you in the audience," he nodded, shaking my hand. "Thanks for comin'!"

"You bet," I grinned, turning to Nora. "It was her idea."

As soon as I introduced Niall to my sister, she returned to her chatty self. I stood back and watched her in action for a bit until I felt those green eyes on me. Yes, I'd already noticed they were green.

"So, what did you think?" he asked.

"Sorry?" I turned to face him.

"The show," said Harry. "What did you think?"

"Oh," I mouthed, "I loved it."

I quickly found myself biting my lip like I did when I was nervous. I never told Nora, but I still got nervous from time to time. And the way Harry's eyes were burning into mine didn't help. Fortunately, I had learned how not to look away from someone when they spoke to me. It kind of came with the professionalism and red-carpet etiquette. And from the looks of it, Harry had been schooled as well.

"I'm glad," he grinned. "It's actually funny that you're here. I was just watching one of your films on the bus this weekend."

"Really?" I lifted my brows. "Am I allowed to ask which one?"

"Surrender," he replied a little sheepishly, his accent omitting the R at the end.

I felt the color rise to my cheeks though I tried my best to play it off. Surrender had been one of my earlier films, only my second major motion picture and my very first love scene. Although millions of people had seen it by now, and I'd done several movies since, the knowledge that Harry had watched me naked on the screen made me feel something I hadn't been prepared for.

I cleared my throat. "And did you like it?"

The corner of Harry's mouth curled up on one side, that damn dimple making its appearance once again. "Yeah...I did."

I pressed my lips together and nodded.

"Although, I think In the Dark Daylight may be my favorite," he remarked.

"Oh?" I widened my eyes. Although In the Dark Daylight seemed to have a bit of a cult following, it had been met with mixed reviews. Still, it had been my favorite to shoot thus far. "You know, we just finished filming the sequel."

"I heard about that!" Harry nodded, lightly gesturing to me. "And I hear there's a new film coming out soon?"

"Oh, yeah," I swallowed. "Yes. On the fourth."

"What's that one called again?"

"No Man's Land," I replied. "We're um...I'm really excited about it."

"Me too," Harry commented. "Can't wait to see it."

Despite my nerves, Harry's gaze certainly had a pull on me. I hadn't even noticed Liam and Louis had entered the room until Nora's laugh rang in my ears and I looked over to see them chatting with her. After introducing myself, the guy from earlier with the STAFF shirt peaked his head inside, announcing "twenty minutes". I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but I figured it had something to do with them getting on their buses and heading to the next city, so we quickly said our goodbyes.

"Really lovely to meet you, Mia," Harry said softly after the other three boys had left the room, his hand gently touching my arm.

"You too, Harry," I beamed, allowing the heat from his skin to warm mine.

"Thanks so much for coming out to support us. I hope I get to return the favor someday."

I smiled wider. "You bet."

Harry and Nora said farewell and I followed her out into the hall, giving Harry one final glance and a wave, catching his dimpled smile one last time.

I could see the cameras flashing as soon as the car pulled up. Adjusting my dress and taking a deep breath, I waited for the driver to open the door. I was never going to get used to this, no matter how many movies I made.

I stopped along the red carpet to wave and do short interviews, my picture being taken every step of the way. I smiled as much as was necessary, but once I was indoors, I felt my body relax. I met up with several of the cast and crew for No Man's Land, taking more photos and sharing a couple glasses of wine that somehow had arrived in my hand. I chatted with a few other celebrities that I'd met before, as well as some that I hadn't. By the time I was seated for the screening, all nervousness was gone.

The audience applauded enthusiastically when the film was over, and I followed the rest of the cast down the aisle, making our way back to the crowd. Several of my peers congratulated me, telling me it was a stellar performance. I took their compliments graciously, thanking them for coming. I'd just turned from one conversation, prepared for another when I felt a hand on the small of my back.

"You were wonderful, Mia," a low voice sang in my ear.

I jerked around to see Harry, his tall, slim physique hovering over me. He looked amazing in a black suit and shirt, minus a tie so as to give a peek of his tattooed chest in typical Harry Styles fashion.

"Harry!" I whisper-shouted, grabbing his forearm before I could catch myself. "I didn't know you were coming!"

"Told you I was gonna return the favor," he said, covering my hand with his before leaning in to kiss my cheek. Unlike the air kisses he'd given before, his lips actually pressed against my skin.

"I-I'm so glad!" I exclaimed shakily. "It's good to see you."

"You too," he grinned. "You look stunning."

"Thank you," I said.

Or at least I thought I said it. Even in the dimly lit room, I was suddenly lost in his eyes, the pull even stronger than I'd remembered. I was also suddenly aware of what I was wearing. From the moment I'd stepped out of the car and the first camera flashed, it was like I was no longer in my body. I was on autopilot, knowing where I needed to stand, what I needed to say. But now standing next to Harry, his eyes on me, I was finally back inside my own skin, aware of all my senses.

My nervous habit of lip biting returned as I reached down to tug on the lace hem of my short dress, catching Harry's gaze as it travelled down my body.

"So, um..." I swallowed hard. "So you liked the movie?"

"Yeah," he eyes shifted back to mine. "I might've actually liked it more than In the Dark Daylight."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

Harry shrugged, giving a cheeky smirk. "Alright, maybe about the same."

I chuckled, feeling a bit of tension release. "That's still pretty good. I'll take it."

Harry and I chatted for a while about the film, and a couple of my others, though I was a bit grateful he didn't mention Surrender again. Some of my co-stars joined us and I introduced them to Harry, and even some people who knew him but not me came up to us. It turned out to be a really fun evening, and the more I was around Harry, the funnier and more charming he seemed to be, true to his reputation.

After more cocktails, I excused myself to the ladies' room. I hadn't expected Harry to wait for me, so when I returned and was greeted by another fellow actor, I stopped to talk to him. Halfway through the conversation, however, I caught a glimpse of Harry out of the corner of my eye. He gave me a smile which I returned before quickly averting my attention back to the man in front of me. As he droned on about something I knew nothing about, I couldn't help but keep the grin on my face as I saw Harry coming towards me.

"Hello," he said cheerfully. My stomach flipped when I felt his arm slide around my waist.

"Hi," I licked my lips. I hastily introduced him to the other actor.

"Do you mind if I steal her for a moment?" Harry asked.

The other man shook his head, cordially turning around to start a conversation with someone else. I looked up at Harry, a tiny giggle escaping my throat.

"Thanks."

"What for?"

"For saving me," I chuckled.

"Oh, I wasn't really trying to," he grinned. "Just wanted to be with you."

My face softened as I continued to stare at him. "Oh," I breathed.

"It's difficult to know the most beautiful woman in the room is over here, when I'm over there," he gestured with his head to the area he'd been standing before. It was then that I noticed his arm had loosened only slightly from around my waist, his hand now on the small of my back.

"Oh," I said again, sounding like a broken record. I blinked, my lips curling into a smile. Harry mimicked it, sending shivers down my spine. The way his eyes danced, I could swear he was about to kiss me, but I figured he thought it best not to in our current setting.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he finally asked after staring at each other for a moment or two. "Or...do you have to stay?"

"No," I shook my head. "I mean, no, I don't...have to stay."

Harry's smile grew as he turned slightly and nudged me with his hand, leading me toward to the exit. When we made it outside, several cars were lined up to take various guests home (or wherever else they wished to go) as they climbed in. Some people had stopped to chat which made me feel more at ease, seeing as I'd just walked out of the theater with Harry. I didn't want our exit - or whatever this was - to appear too obvious.

"Do you wanna take yours or mine?" I heard him ask softly. I noticed then that he had his phone in his hand, no doubt ready to cancel his car if need be.

"Um...mine's fine I guess."

Harry nodded, typed something on his phone and shoved it back in his pocket. I didn't even need to call for my car. It was already pulling up to the curb by the time we stepped up to it, as if by magic. The driver opened the door and I slid into the back seat, Harry following me.

We were both silent for a couple minutes and I took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths and second guess what we might be doing. The intoxicating aroma of Harry's cologne weakened my senses, and I felt my mouth go dry.

"So, I suppose now," said Harry, interrupting my thoughts, "before we get to your place, or wherever it is we're going, I should probably confess something."

I blinked once, my eyes wide as I looked over at him. "What's that?"

Harry smiled his dazzling smile before looking down at his hands and back up at me. "I've fancied you for a while now."

I returned his smile. "You have?"

"Yeah. That wasn't the first time I'd watched Surrender."

My entire body was suddenly on fire from within, like someone had lit a match and tossed it inside. I bit my bottom lip, though this time not from nerves. Harry leaned over and brought his hand to my cheek, his eyes focused on my mouth, his thumb urging my teeth to release my lip. When it popped out, he slid his thumb across it before tilting his head and pressing his mouth to mine.

He kissed me softly and gently, his fingers tickling my cheek. Then his hand slid down to my neck as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. He tasted like whiskey and cherries. That mixed with his cologne made my head spin, and I was perfectly fine with it. My left hand had found a resting place against his chest, and my right was somehow holding his in my lap. As I felt the car come to a stop, I pulled away.

"Are we there already?" Harry asked in a raspy voice, his eyes still closed and his mouth mere centimeters from mine.

I giggled lightly. "No. Just a red light."

"Oh," he said, his eyelids fluttering open. I grinned at him for a minute as he stared at me. There was no denying how handsome he was.

When the car began to move again, Harry sat back, his hand still holding on to mine. I looked down at them in my lap and smiled. Then Harry lifted them to his lips, kissing the back of mine.

"I'm glad you came," I muttered.

Harry gazed over at me. "So, confession number two," he said sheepishly, "I wasn't originally invited."

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

"As they say, I had my people call your people."

I let out a loud cackle. "You did not."

"Yeah I did. I wanted to see you."

"You couldn't have just gotten my number?" I inquired.

"And miss out on surprising you?" Harry quipped.

"Harry Styles!" I teased, shoving his arm.

"Were you surprised?" he asked.

"Very."

"Mission accomplished, then," he smirked.

I watched him in silence until I noticed we were turning into my neighborhood. My stomach flipped at the anticipation, and my palms were sweaty.

"Mia?" I suddenly heard Harry say as I was gazing out the window.

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking about this the whole drive...going back and forth in my head...and maybe it's because I'm sobering up but..." his expression softened as he shifted in his seat to face me. "I don't think we should sleep together tonight."

My face fell. "Oh. Okay." I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Please let me explain," he added. "It's not that I don't want to. I very much want to." He said the last sentence with a nervous chuckle.

"It's fine," I remarked, my jaw set to keep from revealing any real emotion. I felt like an idiot.

"Mia..." Harry sounded, scooting closer to me. He lifted my chin to look at him. I blinked fast, worried that a tear or two might sneak through. "I wanna get to know you more. I really like you. I wanna take you out, on a proper date. I don't want this to just be a hook up."

My eyelids fluttered a few more times as I let his words sink in.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "Tour's over. I have some time to actually spend with you, get to know you better. Would you like that?"

I felt my cheeks rise as a smile slowly spread across my face. "I'd like that a lot."

"Good," he grinned just as the car pulled up to my house and we were let in the gate.

I quickly gave Harry my number which he programmed in his phone. When the driver opened the door, Harry got out first, holding his hand out for me. As I dug my keys out of my bag, I saw Harry talking to the driver before following me up the sidewalk.

"Wow, I get a gentleman walking me to my door," I commented. "It is like a first date."

"Well, I am a gentleman," remarked Harry.

"Do I get a goodnight kiss too?"

"Are you kidding?"

Harry slid his hands under my ears and kissed me like he had in the car, only with a bit more fervor and spark. I felt light-headed before he even let go, and by the time he did, I could barely stand.

"Are you sure you don't wanna stay?" I whispered.

Harry rested his forehead against mine.

"Next time, love," he breathed, his fingers dragging down my neck. "Promise."

With one last kiss, he turned back to the car. I watched him get in and wave goodbye before I unlocked my front door.

I had just climbed the stairs and was walking into my bedroom when my phone rang in my bag.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mia, it's Harry," he said. "Would you like to go out with me Saturday night?"

I giggled like a schoolgirl as I sat on my bed and kicked off my shoes. "I'd love to, Harry."

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