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Prompt: “Saw your face and got inspired” — Like I Would

You were walking down the street, in search of the awesome farmer’s market that your town has every Wednesday afternoon. You wore your white Vans slip ons with ripped skinny jeans and a flannel shirt, embracing the crisp fall air that blew your long curls around your shoulders and back. While you were mid-step, something told you to look up. 

From across the pedestrian-filled street, you made eye contact with a street artist. His rugged beard and thick dark eyebrows brought a sense of mystery about him that intrigued you. He used the nail of his thumb to scratch above a scar in his eyebrow, allowing you to notice the line of bare skin clashing against the dark hair. He glanced up from his easel and locked eyes with you. The world froze. You blinked and instantly was sucked back into the market. One of the farmers was trying to talk you into buying some of his tomatoes. His voice brought you back into reality. After shoving some money into his hand, you reluctantly put some of the tomatoes in your bag, but you weren’t really paying attention. As your eyes were searching around for the street artist, you accidentally dropped one of the tomatoes, leaving it to splatter all over the ground and the tips of your shoes.

Once you were bummed about not finding the hot street artist again, you decided that you purchased enough produce, so you began walking back in the direction of your apartment. You walked through a parking lot and saw the street artist putting his art supplies in a van.

“Hey,” you said, walking up to him. “I saw you earlier and wanted to see what kind of stuff you were painting.”

He smiled at you, then shoved the easel into the back of the van. “Oh, hey. I remember you.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.” He blushed a little, then pulled another easel off the top of the others. “I, uh, was inspired to paint this because of you.”

You instantly blushed. On the canvas, you saw a portrait of a young woman who looked just like you, but with little pieces of tomato on her face in in her hair, like she had just gotten into a food fight. She was biting her lip and had the tip of her pointer finger in her mouth. “You painted this because of me?”

“Yeah,” he blushed and ran his fingers through his blonde-died hair. “I saw what happened when you bought those tomatoes and I guess I saw your face and got inspired.” He lit a cigarette and then put it between his two fingers, allowing the smoke to cloud the air between you. “I’m Zayn, by the way.”

“Y/n,” you introduced yourself and shook hands with Zayn. You tucked a stray curl out of your face and smiled. “Would you like to go get a cup of coffee or something?”

“Yeah. That’d be great.” He put the canvas back in the van, “I think there’s a Starbucks around here.”

So, together you walked to the coffee shop, then talked for hours without realizing it. You only checked the time when your roommate texted you, asking where you were because the farmer’s market had ended three hours ago. You put a hand to your face. “Oh, my gosh. I didn’t realize it was this late.” You threw the strap of your purse on your shoulder, then stood up from the table. “I’m sorry, but I have to get going. I have an early class to teach tomorrow.”

“At least let me give you a ride home.” He offered, standing up and grabbing your bag of produce.

“Oh, I couldn’t accept that. My apartment is just a few blocks away.”

“I insist.” He put a hand on your shoulder, “It’s pitch black out here. What kind of guy would I be to let a lady walk home in the dark? Come on.”

He drove you home, continuing the conversation from the coffee shop, only being interrupted by you giving him directions to your apartment. Once you arrived, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for a lovely evening. You had given him your cell phone number at the cafe and told him to text you. He said he would and then was on his way. You honestly thought that would be the last time you ever heard from him.

When you woke up the next morning to get ready for your lecture, your roommate knocked on your door as you fluffed your hair. She had her toothbrush in her mouth and mumbled that you had a package waiting for you at the door. After asking why she hadn’t brought it in for you, she shrugged and went back into the bathroom. So, you walked to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Staring back at you was the portrait that Zayn had painted of you with the tomatoes in your face. In the top corner, you saw a bright pink sticky note with some scribbles on it. Peeling it off, you brought it closer for inspection. “Inspire me some more, tomato girl  xxx Zayn” All you could do was snicker.

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Author’s Note: Hello, people of the inter web! Here is the second part of the Harry fic I’m working on. I hope you like it! Much love -L

Carolina (Part Two)

Prompt: “How would I tell her she’s all I think about? Well, I think she just found out.”

So, I made it to Chicago the morning that Harry was performing. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I heard a ding from my pocket, announcing the arrival of a text message. I smiled when I saw that Harry had texted me, telling me that he had arranged for a room to be ready for me in the same hotel he was staying in and that he would have a car waiting to bring me there. I texted back and told him that he was very sweet as I rode the escalator down to the baggage claim.

On the way to the hotel, I just smiled as I stared at the beautiful city Chicago is. Harry kept texting me, asking how far away I was from him. I decided to call him just to save my fingers from texting.

“Hey,” he answered right away, as if he was waiting for me to call him.

“Hey, you.” My smile was giddy as I twirled my hair around my finger, like a teenage girl with a crush. “This place is amazing.”

“You’ve never been to Chicago?”

“No, I’ve always been too busy with school and family stuff. I’m excited though.”

“Oh, and I thought I should tell you that I managed to get you a front row pit ticket for tonight’s show. I hope you packed a cute outfit for me.” He chuckled, though it sounded robotic through the phone.

The taxi stopped, pulling in front of a really fancy hotel. The driver went to take my bag as I stepped out of the car. “Harry, this place is so nice. There’s no way that I can afford this place.”

“Good thing you’re not paying for it.”

My jaw dropped. “I can’t just let you pay for everything, Harry. We just met like two days ago. This is crazy.”

“Well, I just know that there’s something between us, so I wanna make sure you know how I’m going to treat you.”

“Just to be clear, you know I’m not with you just because you have a lot of money, right?”

“I know. Now, come upstairs and see your room. I made sure they got you a nice view with it.”

“Alright. I’ll see you in a minute.”

Once I made it to the elevator, I clicked the fifteenth floor. The higher it got, the bigger the butterflies in my stomach grew. I don’t know why I was so nervous. It’s not like its the first time I’m meeting Harry. But, at the same time, it’s still crazy that I’m in a new city with him waiting for me in a hotel room.

A bing and a robotic voice announced that we had come to the fifteenth floor. It paused before the doors opened. The key said that my room was 1524, which meant it was at the end of the hallway. There was one door directly in front of me as I came to the end of the hall. I slid the key in, watched the lock turn green, then walked into the room.

I dropped my purse onto the table by the door and set my duffel bag on the floor.

“Hey, beautiful,” Harry stepped out from the kitchen, holding his arms out.

A smile erupted on my face. I ran into his arms and hugged him like I never hugged anyone else before. “Hey, handsome,” I spoke into his chest, breathing in the musky scent of his cologne. “I can’t believe you got this place for me. I could never afford a place like this, Harry.”

“Don’t worry about that. I have everything taken care of.” He rubbed my back, then stepped back. “You have to see this. Come here.” He took my hand and brought me to the glass window, overlooking the city. “Look, you have the perfect view of Chicago. You can see everything. Over there, you can even see The Bean.”

He got so excited to show me every part of Chicago, pointing at things that I’ve never seen. As he pointed, he checked the time on his watch. “Oh, geez. It’s getting late, love. I have to get ready for the rehearsal. Don’t forget; the show starts at seven.”

At the concert, I couldn’t believe how close I was to the stage. Harry spoiled me so much already and I’ve only known him personally for less than a week. I shook my head and told myself to just let it happen.

Once I found my seat, I patiently waited for the opening acts to finish, while Harry texted me, asking how the crowd was. I told him that they seemed eager to see him. Then, I asked him if he was nervous, but he just LOL-ed me and said that he lives for moments like this. I smiled and put my phone back into my pocket, looking at how full the arena actually was. Two seconds later, my phone vibrated again. Harry told me to look backstage. As I did, I saw him in elaborate pin-stripe pants and a tight fitting black shirt with a matching jacket. He waved and blew me a kiss, making my cheeks turn bright pink. 

When the show was about halfway over, Harry announced that he was going to preform one of my favorite songs, without knowing it. He walked around the stage with a guitar over his shoulder. He explained how this was one of his favorite songs to perform, but now it has a new meaning to him. So, he began singing it, having all the girls in the arena screaming the lyrics along with him. He looked right down at me and sang, “How would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well, I guess she just found out.” With a wink, he went back to performing the rest of his album…

Part One

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Sign of the Times (Part One)

A/n: Hey, guys. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here, but it’s been a crazy past couple months. Please don’t hate me. lol. I’m trying my best to balance everything out. Let me know what you think of this and there will be more to follow! Much love! -L

We can meet again somewhere

I had just woken up from a deep sleep. My eyes traveled around the room that I didn’t recognize. Where was I? As I sat up, I realized that I wasn’t wearing any clothes. Covering myself with the duvet cover, I searched around for my phone, which was on the coffee table. When I checked the time, I saw the background was something that I didn’t remember taking. When did I meet Harry Styles?

Just then, the doorknob giggled. I froze in my place, phone in hand. Harry himself emerged from the other side of the door with a tray of breakfast balanced on one hand. He smiled at me, “Oh, hey. You’re up.” He came to sit next to me, placed the tray in front of me and then kissed my temple. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Harry,” I paused, biting my lip as I looked at the tray.

At my hesitation, he chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “You don’t remember what happened last night, do you?”

“Not at all.” I groaned and leaned back into the pillows. “Oh my god. This is so embarrassing. You’ve been my celebrity crush since I was like sixteen. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, Y/n. We went out after the concert.” He explained, “I don’t know about you, but I had a really good time with you last night.”

I smiled at him, then racked my brain trying to figure out what happened. Vaguely, some details came back, like kissing him by the river. “We kissed last night.”

Another chuckle. “Y/n, we did a lot more than that. You really don’t remember, do you?”

“Not really.”

“Well, then I guess you don’t remember me asking you to meet me again in a different city because I don’t want to leave you?” The corner of his lip curled up into an almost smirk. “I’m crazy about you, Y/n.” 

After spending most of the day in bed with Harry, he told me that he really had to get going to catch the flight to his next show. We kissed the whole ride to the airport, never wanting our lips to part. When we got to the gate, we had to sneak through a bunch of fans all dying to get a glimpse at Harry. It was a little hard to believe that I would have been amongst them two days ago. Harry tried to hide my face from all the cameras.

We got to the gate and I just hugged him.

“Babe, I’m gonna have to get on the plane.”

“I don’t want you to,” I just squeezed my arms tighter around his torso. Like if I let go of him, he’d be gone forever.

“I don’t want to either, sweetheart.” He struggled to break free, but once he did, he put his fingers under my chin and brought my eyes to meet his. “We can meet again somewhere. I have a day off two days from now in Chicago. Can you meet me there?”

“Two days?”

“Yeah. I know it’s short notice, but I don’t know how long I can go without seeing you again.”

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Running Late! (final part)

Hey everyone! Here is the (maybe) last part to the Running Late blurbs with Harry. If enough people like this, then I may continue it into a full on story. :) Let me know, okay! :) Much Love! -L

I had to talk to Harry. I just didn't know if he was going to listen to me. I sighed as I paced back and forth in Liam’s dressing room. Liam leaned against the wall, just staring at me. “You know, it probably wouldn’t look so great with me being accused of cheating on Harry and then I walk out of your dressing room.” I told him as I continued wearing a path down in the carpet, nervously fiddling with the rings on my finger. Liam just rolled his eyes. “Nobody is here yet. The show is over and we still have a couple hours to kill before the after party even starts.” He took my hand and pulled me to the couch, “Which is the perfect time for you to think about what you're going to say to him.” I sighed, letting my shoulders slump against the couch. “You know, Liam. I don’t think I can change his mind. Clearly, he doesn't know me as well as I thought he did. It’s pretty obvious that he thinks I would cheat on him, which I would never do, by the way. I love him, Liam.” Liam patted my knee and said, “Well, Y/n, if you love him then you’ll have to talk some sense into him. Good luck with that. I’m going to do a twitcam.” He leaned forward to kiss my temple, then he got up while he whispered, “I believe in you, Y/n. You can do anything.” I chuckled as I watched him set up his laptop for the twitcam. I tweeted at my followers that Liam would be twitcamming soon. That was when the hate came in. All the hate. People telling me to kill myself because I wasn’t good enough for Harry. Other people tweeting that I was just a gold digger and only wanted Harry for his money. Shaking it out of my head, I slipped my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. I glanced up and saw that Liam had already started the twitcam. He was telling them that I was in the room with him and he asked me to wave at the camera, like I would do in the old days. I did a small one towards him, seeing the big smile he got on his face when I did, then got up and left. I paced around the arena, fiddling with my thumbs as I tried to figure out what I would say to Harry if I saw him again. That’s when I heard his voice, “Y/n.” I spun around, my coat dancing around me. I was surprised to see Harry walking up towards me. When he approached me, I just stared at him. "What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't want to see your ex here…” He put his hands on my shoulders. His green eyes devouring mine, searching for something. “Forget everything I said earlier. I can't lose you. I love you. You’re my best friend. I was stupid before. I want to help you balance work and me. Please give me another chance,” he begged as he cupped my face. “I love you so so much.” Tears were prickling at my eyelashes. “What's with the sudden change of heart?” “Oh, I just got some sense literally knocked into me.” He turned to see Louis walking past us in the hallway. Louis slightly nodded in our direction as he passed. I heard him whisper, “Cheers, mate.” I blinked a couple times. “What do you mean literally?” “Oh,” Harry smirked, pulling me a little closer. “Louis smacked me upside the head and said that you’d never cheat and that the article was fake.” I just stared at him, still not knowing what he was saying. “So, what now? Are we back together?” “No,” he paused, giving me a mini heart attack. “We’re still together.” A smile grew on my face as I took one step closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck so I could play with the curls on the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah?” He nodded, then leaned forward to kiss me. His upper lip was still a bit sweaty from the concert, but I was used to it. The way his fingers gripped my hips was familiar and made me giggle against his lips. He broke free first, pulling out of my grasp. As I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, he winked, then got down on one knee. “Y/n, I need to ask you something.” “Oh, my god.” “Will you be my girlfriend?” He smirked, clearly messing with me. When I nodded, he wrapped his arms around me again. “I’m not ready to propose to you yet, but I can’t see myself marrying anyone else. Give me some time, okay?” “Okay, babe. That seems fair,” I smiled, then put an arm around his waist. “Can we tell the guys that we’re all good now?” He chuckled, “I think they already know, love.” He spun me around and the rest of the guys were standing there, smiling and leaning against each other. Liam had his phone pointed at us, “Got it on twitcam!” “Liam, oh my god.” I laughed out loud at him, then walked up to the guys. Harry was behind me. “I just want to say thank you to all you guys. You really showed me how much you care about me. Thanks for getting through to Harry.” Louis smiled and gave me a big hug. “We’d do anything for you, love.” Liam winked, “But, if Harry breaks up with you again, I get to take you out, alright?” “Deal,” I chuckled as I saw Harry give Liam a dirty look from over my shoulder. Everything was perfect now.

Well, now everything is wonderful, but will it last? Who knows?

(part one) (part two) (part three)

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Could you link me part one and two of your part three story you've recently posted

They're linked at the bottom of part three!

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Running Late (part 3)

A/n: PART THREE IS FINALLY HERE! Guys, I’m so sorry this is so late but school got hectic this past week! I hope you like it! Let me know you’re thoughts! There’s a part four planned for this! :) -L

Liam made sure that I had good seats for the show. Unfortunately, seeing Harry on stage wasn’t really a top priority for me at the moment. I sighed, but still swayed to the music, tapping my foot to the beat.

Liam saw me from the stage and jerked his head to the side of the stage, trying not to be too obvious to other fans. Glancing over, I saw a familiar security guard. Pushing my way through the fans, I made my way over and waved at Hank, who let me back stage. Liam met me back there, ripping his shirt off his body while grabbing another off a hook. “Hey. Glad you made it.”

I gave him a hug, groaning at how sweaty he was and then sighed. “You don’t have time to talk, do you?” He shook his head, but took his thumb and pointer finger to squeeze my chin. “Don’t fret, love. I’ll fix this.” He shrugged, “If I can’t, then I’ll ask for Niall and Louis to help.” I sighed, then watched him go back on stage. He glanced back and waved at me, then announced in his microphone that he was going to read some signs while the other guys took a break. From where I stood, Louis and Niall both walked out from where Liam had just gone. “Hey, Y/n,” Louis walked up to me, hugging me real fast. “Time for me and Niall to have a quick wardrobe change.” “Hey,” I smiled weakly at him. “Is something wrong?” “Uh, yeah.” I sighed, trying to avoid his eye contact. When I lost the battle, I stated. “Harry and I broke up because he thought I was cheating on him. Liam just showed me an article that was falsely written. I don’t know what to do, Louis. I mean, Liam said that he was going to talk to him, but I don’t know what good it’s going to do.” He quickly changed his shirt, then stuck his earpiece back in. “Let me see what I can do, okay?” He patted my arm, smiling at me. “You made him so happy. You both deserve to be happy.” “Thanks, Lou. I owe you one.” I smiled then waved to him and Niall as they went back on stage. I checked the time on my phone, realizing that I could either go to Liam’s dressing room or Harry’s. I bit my lip, hearing one of my favorite songs starting to play. Not knowing what else to do, I walked back to my seat. On stage, directly in front of me, I saw Louis whispering in Harry’s ear. I watched as those green eyes that were so familiar to me glance down at me, shiny with tears. He mouthed two words, “I’m sorry,” before walking to the center aisle of the stage with Niall by his side like they had rehearsed. What did that mean? He was sorry that he jumped to conclusions? Or was he sorry because it didn’t change anything between us? Suddenly depressed, I sat down in my seat, probably the only person in the whole arena who was sitting during such an exciting moment. I patiently waited for the show to end, still enjoying my favorite people singing my favorite songs. I needed to figure things out with Harry, whether it was gonna end up being good or bad for us. I had to know…

Will you get your happy ending with Harry? Find out in part four!

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Do u have an imagine that featured Gemma and Anne and just like family fluff them loving and accepting y/n and supporting the relationship and doing stuff with y/n when harry is on tour and stuff...? ❤️❤️❤️

Family Man Styles

Alright, love! Here it is! I hope you like it! I can always do a continuation if you would like! Much love! -L

I fumbled with my seat belt, hoping Harry wouldn’t see. Of course, he did and brought attention to it. “You nervous, babe?” He asked, turning the car on. He was taking me home to meet his mom and sister for the first time. Obviously, I was nervous. I nodded to answer his question. “What if they don’t like me?” “Oh, stop. They’re going to love you.” He put his free hand on my thigh. “I know I do.” I sighed, “Yeah, I love you, too.” I patted his hand then bit my lip as I watched the English countryside pass by. “You’re lucky that you got some time off touring to be with them.” “And you,” he said, then announced that we were here. We arrived at Anne’s house in the late afternoon. She and Gemma were standing outside, waiting for us. Anne ran up to hug her son as soon as he closed the door. I snuck out the passenger side, quietly walking to the other side and smiling at how tightly Harry hugged his mom. She squealed, “Oh, Harry, I’ve missed you!” “I’ve missed you, too, Mum.” He pulled away from her, then waved to his sister. “Gemma,” he reached down to take my hand. He smiled down at me, then announced, “This is my girlfriend, Y/n.” “Nice to meet you. You have a lovely home.” I shyly grinned at them, holding onto Harry’s arm with the hand that wasn’t holding his. “A shy one, eh, Haz?” Gemma nudged her brother, then looked at me. “Come on, love. We’re all going to make dinner together.” Harry rolled his eyes, “Oh, boy. I should have known.” Anne smiled, “I hope you don’t mind.” “Y/n and I will make the cookies for dessert.” Gemma announced, taking my hand away from Harry and leading me into the house. I glanced over my shoulder to see Harry smiling at me and his sister as he followed us with Anne by his side.

Once we eat our dinner, Anne took Harry and I out to the back patio while Gemma put the cookies on a platter. Tea was brought out along with them as well. I cuddled near Harry, who draped a protective arm over my shoulder. “Mrs. Styles, dinner was fantastic.” I commented as Gemma walked in with the cookies. “Oh, sweetie, you can call me Anne. Everyone does.” She smiled, then reached for a mug of tea. I leaned forward and grabbed two mugs, adding cream and sugar for Harry and just a bit of sugar for me. I passed one to him and he thanked me with a kiss on the temple. “Your home is fantastic. I wish I could live around here.” “Maybe we can get our own place around here someday, babe.” Harry said, grabbing one of the cookies offered to him by Gemma. “Mum would love that. Wouldn’t you?” She looked over to her mother, who just sipped her tea to hide her giggles. I excused myself to go powder my nose, telling Harry I didn’t need any instruction to find it. When I came back, I heard them talking about me. “Well,” Harry asked, “do you like her?” “Oh, yeah. I love her. She’s really nice.” Gemma said. “She’s a very nice and beautiful young lady, Harry.” I heard Anne ask. “How long have you been seeing her?” “A little over a month, but I have a good feeling about her.” I smiled to myself, then went to join them again. “Hey, did you miss me?” Harry pecked my lips as I sat down next to him. “Always do.”

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Can you please do one where the reader and H have best friend since the beginning of the reader’s singing career but both started having feelings for each other at one of H shows H couldn’t take it anymore and kissed the reader they soon ended up dating secretly cause of a management fans start speculating rumors that they’re dating so management set both of them up with different dates at the same restaurant H and the reader ended up leaving together without no one knowing and you can finish

A/n: I’m so sorry this got really long, but I think I got a little carried away with it… Let me know what you think! Today I’m focusing on requests so keep them coming! -L

“Hey, Y/n!” I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Harry Styles running up to be, dodging his way through the crowd at a local coffee shop where you had gotten your very first gig. I almost dropped my guitar. I fumbled to put it on the stand and then was quickly wrapped in his arms. “What the hell are you doing here?” “You really think I’d miss my best friend’s first gig at a coffee shop?” He squeezed you closer for a second and then let you go. “I’m really proud of you.” “Aw, thanks. I’m glad you came. I’m actually going to be playing some of your favorite songs.” I told him, leaning against the wall. “What about you? Any gigs coming up?” He nodded, pushing his long hair back over his head. “Uh, yeah. I have a couple coming up. I’m actually opening up for a band on Friday.” Just then, my manager came from behind stage and told me that it was time for sound check. I gave Harry one last hug and told him to wait for me after my performance. My cheeks burned as I went to strum my guitar and easily picked him out in the crowd.

A couple months later, the roles changed. I was at Harry’s show. I didn’t tell him I was coming, but he soon found me in the crowd. His eyes lit up and there was something different about the way he acted on stage. I blushed, then waved to him. As he continued to play, you went to the bar to grab a drink. The bartender smirked at you, then asked if you knew Harry. “Yeah, we’re old friends.” I smiled, then took my drink. Harry then finished up his setlist. He thanked everyone for coming out to see him, then he went back stage. The crowd thinned out and I waited for Harry to come out from back stage. When he saw me, the biggest smile came on his face. He walked up to me, putting an arm around my shoulder. “Hey, stranger. Funny running into you here.” His green eyes burned into mine. I was frozen. “Hey.” No words were passed between us for a moment. There was something there. I turned to face him, his arm dropping from me. “Harry,” I couldn’t finish my sentence. His lips were on mine, soft and controlling the kiss. He pulled away, “I’m sorry.” I pulled him back, closer so that our faces were almost touching. I smirked, “Don’t be sorry.” Then, I kissed him again. He smiled against my mouth. When he pulled away, he asked in breathy tones. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” I nodded as he backed me against the bar, still kissing me.

The next week, I had a meeting with my manager. He didn’t look too happy to see me. He told me that I couldn’t date Harry. Something about fans speculating that Harry was only getting gigs because he was with me. Annoyed, I texted Harry, asking if he’d meet up with me at the park. “What’s going on, Y/n?” He held my hand as we walked to the closest park bench. “My manager said that we can’t date.” I sighed, blurting it out. “But, you make me so happy and I don’t want to break off whatever we have.” “I’m not going to let that happen.” Harry said, rubbing my hand with his thumb. “I’m crazy about you and have been for a long time.” A text message distracted me from whatever I was going to say. I moaned with annoyance. “He just texted me, saying I have a date tonight.” “Who? Your manager?” I nodded, “Yeah. At some fancy Italian restaurant downtown.” Harry looked at his phone, then shook his head. “Unbelievable,” he mutter under his breath. “I have a date tonight, too.” “Any chance that it’s with each other?” He smiled kindly, then spoke. “I doubt it, babe.” Tucking it back into his pocket, he took my hands in his again. “I know it’s going to be a long night, but do you mind meeting up with me after our dates? I can’t imagine going on a date with someone other than you.”

I had told Harry that I would be waiting for him in the coffee shop down the street from the restaurant. The red dress I chose to wear for my date was skin tight, hugging all my curves. My heels were a little higher than I was used to, but I thought I could manage. My date texted me, saying that we were to meet at the restaurant. I sighed, obviously I was regretting this. I got into my car and drove to the restaurant. When I parked, I saw that I had missed a call and a text from Harry. The text had just a simple red heart emoji. I smiled, then held the phone against my chest. Sighing, I got out of the car and tugged my dress down. When I found the hostess stand, she told me that my date, Dominic, was waiting for me. She led me to a table where he was sipping on a glass of white wine. He stood when I arrived, then shook my hand as he introduced himself. Our entrees had just arrived when I heard a familiar laugh. I glanced over Dominic’s shoulder and had to do a double take. “Harry??” I almost choked on my salmon. Dominic looked up, “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I, uh, thought I saw someone I knew.” Awkwardly scooting my fish around the plate, I kept looking over at Harry, who seemed to be enjoying his date. I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my dress. Sneaking it under the table so Dominic wouldn’t think I was rude, I saw a message from Harry. You look fantastic.  I texted him back, telling him that I was leaving and I wanted him to follow me. I smiled, then saw Dominic staring at me. “Is everything alright?” I threw my napkin on the table. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” Grabbing my purse and keys, I ran out of the restaurant. I threw myself against the door, then I was free. The cold October air hit my bare skin, bringing goosebumps on the surface. “Y/n,” the sound came behind me. I turned to see Harry standing behind me. His black suit pants were tight and they were tucked into a pair of plain boots. The loose fitting floral shirt danced as the wind blew. He had it unbuttoned enough for me to see most of his tattoos. He just stared at me, holding his arms out. I ran into them, crashing into his body. “Oh, Harry,” I felt his body heat warm me up. I pulled his lips down to mine. “Was your date as boring as mine was?” “Well, this is a huge improvement.” He smiled, making me giggle. He took my hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

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Can you please do one where the reader and H have best friend since the beginning of the reader’s singing career but both started having feelings for each other at one of H shows H couldn’t take it anymore and kissed the reader they soon ended up dating secretly cause of a management fans start speculating rumors that they’re dating so management set both of them up with different dates at the same restaurant H and the reader ended up leaving together without no one knowing and you can finish

A/n: I’m so sorry this got really long, but I think I got a little carried away with it... Let me know what you think! Today I’m focusing on requests so keep them coming! -L

“Hey, Y/n!” I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Harry Styles running up to be, dodging his way through the crowd at a local coffee shop where you had gotten your very first gig. I almost dropped my guitar. I fumbled to put it on the stand and then was quickly wrapped in his arms. “What the hell are you doing here?” “You really think I’d miss my best friend’s first gig at a coffee shop?” He squeezed you closer for a second and then let you go. “I’m really proud of you.” “Aw, thanks. I’m glad you came. I’m actually going to be playing some of your favorite songs.” I told him, leaning against the wall. “What about you? Any gigs coming up?” He nodded, pushing his long hair back over his head. “Uh, yeah. I have a couple coming up. I’m actually opening up for a band on Friday.” Just then, my manager came from behind stage and told me that it was time for sound check. I gave Harry one last hug and told him to wait for me after my performance. My cheeks burned as I went to strum my guitar and easily picked him out in the crowd.

A couple months later, the roles changed. I was at Harry’s show. I didn’t tell him I was coming, but he soon found me in the crowd. His eyes lit up and there was something different about the way he acted on stage. I blushed, then waved to him. As he continued to play, you went to the bar to grab a drink. The bartender smirked at you, then asked if you knew Harry. “Yeah, we’re old friends.” I smiled, then took my drink. Harry then finished up his setlist. He thanked everyone for coming out to see him, then he went back stage. The crowd thinned out and I waited for Harry to come out from back stage. When he saw me, the biggest smile came on his face. He walked up to me, putting an arm around my shoulder. “Hey, stranger. Funny running into you here.” His green eyes burned into mine. I was frozen. “Hey.” No words were passed between us for a moment. There was something there. I turned to face him, his arm dropping from me. “Harry,” I couldn’t finish my sentence. His lips were on mine, soft and controlling the kiss. He pulled away, “I’m sorry.” I pulled him back, closer so that our faces were almost touching. I smirked, “Don’t be sorry.” Then, I kissed him again. He smiled against my mouth. When he pulled away, he asked in breathy tones. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” I nodded as he backed me against the bar, still kissing me.

The next week, I had a meeting with my manager. He didn’t look too happy to see me. He told me that I couldn’t date Harry. Something about fans speculating that Harry was only getting gigs because he was with me. Annoyed, I texted Harry, asking if he’d meet up with me at the park. “What’s going on, Y/n?” He held my hand as we walked to the closest park bench. “My manager said that we can’t date.” I sighed, blurting it out. “But, you make me so happy and I don’t want to break off whatever we have.” “I’m not going to let that happen.” Harry said, rubbing my hand with his thumb. “I’m crazy about you and have been for a long time.” A text message distracted me from whatever I was going to say. I moaned with annoyance. “He just texted me, saying I have a date tonight.” “Who? Your manager?” I nodded, “Yeah. At some fancy Italian restaurant downtown.” Harry looked at his phone, then shook his head. “Unbelievable,” he mutter under his breath. “I have a date tonight, too.” “Any chance that it’s with each other?” He smiled kindly, then spoke. “I doubt it, babe.” Tucking it back into his pocket, he took my hands in his again. “I know it’s going to be a long night, but do you mind meeting up with me after our dates? I can’t imagine going on a date with someone other than you.”

I had told Harry that I would be waiting for him in the coffee shop down the street from the restaurant. The red dress I chose to wear for my date was skin tight, hugging all my curves. My heels were a little higher than I was used to, but I thought I could manage. My date texted me, saying that we were to meet at the restaurant. I sighed, obviously I was regretting this. I got into my car and drove to the restaurant. When I parked, I saw that I had missed a call and a text from Harry. The text had just a simple red heart emoji. I smiled, then held the phone against my chest. Sighing, I got out of the car and tugged my dress down. When I found the hostess stand, she told me that my date, Dominic, was waiting for me. She led me to a table where he was sipping on a glass of white wine. He stood when I arrived, then shook my hand as he introduced himself. Our entrees had just arrived when I heard a familiar laugh. I glanced over Dominic’s shoulder and had to do a double take. “Harry??” I almost choked on my salmon. Dominic looked up, “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I, uh, thought I saw someone I knew.” Awkwardly scooting my fish around the plate, I kept looking over at Harry, who seemed to be enjoying his date. I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my dress. Sneaking it under the table so Dominic wouldn’t think I was rude, I saw a message from Harry. You look fantastic.  I texted him back, telling him that I was leaving and I wanted him to follow me. I smiled, then saw Dominic staring at me. “Is everything alright?” I threw my napkin on the table. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” Grabbing my purse and keys, I ran out of the restaurant. I threw myself against the door, then I was free. The cold October air hit my bare skin, bringing goosebumps on the surface. “Y/n,” the sound came behind me. I turned to see Harry standing behind me. His black suit pants were tight and they were tucked into a pair of plain boots. The loose fitting floral shirt danced as the wind blew. He had it unbuttoned enough for me to see most of his tattoos. He just stared at me, holding his arms out. I ran into them, crashing into his body. “Oh, Harry,” I felt his body heat warm me up. I pulled his lips down to mine. “Was your date as boring as mine was?” “Well, this is a huge improvement.” He smiled, making me giggle. He took my hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

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Harry Blurb! (Part 2)

A/n: Yes! After many requests, it’s finally here! The part two of the beloved Harry blurb! Thank you everyone who read it and asked for part two! I hope you enjoy it! Don’t hate me too much but there’s gonna be a part 3 to this one if it’s popular enough. Oh, and requests are still open! Don’t be afraid to ask for a blurb! Much love! -L

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah, sure.” I followed him back to the hallway where the dressing rooms were. The whole arena was silent except for the clicks of my heels on the concrete floor. He paused and I watched his shoulders rise and fall with a sigh before he turned around to look at me. “Harry, is everything okay?”

He took a step closer, so I could make out the little yellow flecks in his green irises. A hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

I smiled, leaning into his hand. “Well, thank you, but you’re really scaring me, Harry. What do you want to talk about?”

Harry took a moment to think of what words to say. He just stared at me. “You know I’m crazy about you, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, nervously shifting my weight from one hip to the other.

“How long have we been dating?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. Clearly, he was up to something, but he didn’t want to come right out and say it.

I thought about it for a moment. “Almost two years. Our anniversary is in a couple weeks.”

He smirked. “Babe, I don’t want you to give up your job to be with me. I think you should focus on work right now.”

The world stopped. Everything went black. I stared absentmindedly at Harry. “Are you breaking up with me?”

He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know. Part of me wants to but another part doesn’t.”

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. The lump in my throat got bigger. My voice came out as squeaks when I spoke. “No. No, Harry, you can’t do this to me. Not right now. I can’t lose you. No.” I sniffled, feeling my lip quiver.

Harry wrapped me into a tight hug. “I’m sorry. I just think it’s best for you. I’m going to be on tour for the next couple months and I want you to focus on work, okay?”

“Harry, how can I think about work when you’re the only thing on my mind 24/7?” I asked, sniffling into the shoulder of his silky shirt. “You’re the best thing to happen to me.”

“Y/n,” he whispered, still clutching me. “I love you.” Then, he suddenly broke away and turned away from me, walking down the hall.

I remained in the hallway, watching people pass me left and right. I just stared, hoping that Harry would come walking back to me to apologise for what he said. Knowing it wasn’t going to happen, I kicked my shoes off again, then walked sluggishly down to the elevator to head back to the garage where I had parked.

Before the doors closed, I heard someone running down the hall. “Wait! Y/n, hold the door!”

My brows furrowed, then I stuck my hand out to stop the doors. A panting and sweaty Liam was running to me. Once he was in the elevator with me, he handed me something. “Wait! You can’t leave! Not without knowing this.”

I looked at what he had given me, seeing a magazine. “1D’s Harry Styles being cheated on by girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n: details on page 46″ My jaw hit the floor. I brought my eyes up to Liam. “So, this is why he broke up with me?”

“I don’t know if that’s the only reason, but I was pretty surprised to see that in his dressing room. He’s been upset all day.” Liam shrugged. “I’d talk to him if I were you.”

I scoffed at his remark. “Yeah, I’m sure he would love to talk to me again.”

“Well, it’s not true, is it?”

“Of course it’s not true!” I smacked Liam’s arm with the magazine. “I would never do this to Harry. I love him.”

“You gotta tell him, love.” Liam said as the elevator brought us down to the garage. “Come to the show tonight and I’ll make him talk to you after, okay?”

A/n: Well, well, well. Appears that we’ve got a scandal on our hands! Will you and Harry talk it over and get back together? Find out in part three (coming soon) Let me know what you think!

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Ps. The more notes this gets, the faster part two will come out

Harry Blurb!

A/n: Hey people! Here we go again! Another Harry blurb! Let me know what you think! Much love -L!

I was running late for rehearsal. I had told Harry that I’d be there before they went on stage to practice, but my boss had kept me late to discuss a possible promotion that could be coming my way. Literally fumbling over my feet as I ran to the elevator of the stadium where the guys would be performing the next two nights. “Come on, come on. Hurry up.” I was bouncing back and forth as I watched the number go down to the stage level. As soon as the doors opened, I ran, twisting around everyone who was in my way.

“Hey, Y/n,” someone waved as I blew past them. I couldn’t even tell who it was.

I yelled over my shoulder. “Can’t talk…super late…Harry’s gonna be mad.”

Finally, I made it to Harry’s dressing room. He usually leaves the door unlocked, so when I walked in, I was expecting to see him. The room was empty. On the mirror that was staring back at me, Harry had written two words… You’re late.

Fuck. I spun on my heels, tossed my bag on the couch against the wall and then slammed the door shut after me. I had been on this location before so I knew exactly where I needed to be. My heels were starting to bug me, so I tosses them off and just ran with my barefoot only covered by my hosiery. Scooping up my shoes, I continued on my search for my boyfriend.

Finally, I found the crew by the stage. They all waved and smiled as I huffed my way to the edge of the stage, where I saw Harry twisting up his hair in his infamous bun. “Hey, babe.” I smiled sheepishly and bent down to put my shoes on.

He looked down at me for a split second, pausing before going back to his hair. “Hi,” he stated, then turned back to give the audio guys in the booth in the back of the stadium a thumbs up.

I sighed, “Harry, don’t be like this. I’m sorry I’m late. It’s just-ugh. Sara wanted to talk about me possibly getting a promotion soon. I couldn’t just leave. My job is on the line here, Harry.”

I wasn’t entirely sure that he heard me, but he walked away from the stage, towards the part I couldn’t see. Niall walked up to me, glancing down from the stage. He slung his guitar behind his back, then gestured to the part of the stage where Harry disappeared. “What was that about?”

“He’s mad that I was late for rehearsal.” I shrugged, “but I explained my side of it and he just walked away.”

“Don’t tell him I’m telling you this.” Niall looked around before bending down closer to my level. “He was whispering to Liam about having a serious discussion with you before rehearsal started. I don’t know what it was about, but obviously he’s pretty upset about it.”

Just then, Niall stood up straight and walked away. I turned around, seeing Harry standing behind me. “Can we talk?”

A/n: What does Harry want to talk to you about? Find out in the next blurb to come!

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Harry Blurb!

A/n: Hey people! Here we go again! Another Harry blurb! Let me know what you think! Much love -L!

I was running late for rehearsal. I had told Harry that I’d be there before they went on stage to practice, but my boss had kept me late to discuss a possible promotion that could be coming my way. Literally fumbling over my feet as I ran to the elevator of the stadium where the guys would be performing the next two nights. “Come on, come on. Hurry up.” I was bouncing back and forth as I watched the number go down to the stage level. As soon as the doors opened, I ran, twisting around everyone who was in my way.

“Hey, Y/n,” someone waved as I blew past them. I couldn’t even tell who it was.

I yelled over my shoulder. “Can’t talk...super late...Harry’s gonna be mad.”

Finally, I made it to Harry’s dressing room. He usually leaves the door unlocked, so when I walked in, I was expecting to see him. The room was empty. On the mirror that was staring back at me, Harry had written two words... You’re late.

Fuck. I spun on my heels, tossed my bag on the couch against the wall and then slammed the door shut after me. I had been on this location before so I knew exactly where I needed to be. My heels were starting to bug me, so I tosses them off and just ran with my barefoot only covered by my hosiery. Scooping up my shoes, I continued on my search for my boyfriend.

Finally, I found the crew by the stage. They all waved and smiled as I huffed my way to the edge of the stage, where I saw Harry twisting up his hair in his infamous bun. “Hey, babe.” I smiled sheepishly and bent down to put my shoes on.

He looked down at me for a split second, pausing before going back to his hair. “Hi,” he stated, then turned back to give the audio guys in the booth in the back of the stadium a thumbs up.

I sighed, “Harry, don’t be like this. I’m sorry I’m late. It’s just-ugh. Sara wanted to talk about me possibly getting a promotion soon. I couldn’t just leave. My job is on the line here, Harry.”

I wasn’t entirely sure that he heard me, but he walked away from the stage, towards the part I couldn’t see. Niall walked up to me, glancing down from the stage. He slung his guitar behind his back, then gestured to the part of the stage where Harry disappeared. “What was that about?”

“He’s mad that I was late for rehearsal.” I shrugged, “but I explained my side of it and he just walked away.”

“Don’t tell him I’m telling you this.” Niall looked around before bending down closer to my level. “He was whispering to Liam about having a serious discussion with you before rehearsal started. I don’t know what it was about, but obviously he’s pretty upset about it.”

Just then, Niall stood up straight and walked away. I turned around, seeing Harry standing behind me. “Can we talk?”

A/n: What does Harry want to talk to you about? Find out in the next blurb to come!

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Hi, I was wondering if you'd write a blurb/imagine where the reader hasn't got a good relationship with her dad or just doesn't have a very nice dad? and maybe she doesn't want him to walk her down the aisle or she's trying to get over how much he's hurt her? And Harry is comforting her or just trying to help her through all of it? Thank you so much

Here you go, love! I hope you like it! Send me more requests! I love you! -L

I bit my lip, twirling a strand of hair around my finger as I stared at the huge binder in my lap. On the side, it had “Styles Wedding” in big bold letters. This was supposed to be my special day. I was sitting on the couch in Harry’s apartment, which we would share when we got married.

I sighed, slamming it shut hard enough to make Harry jump. He glanced over, “Is something wrong, sweetheart?”

“It’s my dad.” I paused, not sure if I wanted to tell him what was on my mind. I fiddled with the big diamond ring on my finger. It reminded me that Harry and I were going to spend the rest of our lives together. I should be able to tell him anything. I brought my eyes to him, which made me smile.

The concern was clearly visible in the forrest green eyes of his. He took my hand, his thumb rubbing across my engagement ring. “What about him?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.” I scooted a little closer to him on the couch. He adjusted, so now his arm was casted over my shoulder. He waited for me to continue with an interested grin on his face. I took a deep breath and just blurted it out. “I don’t want him to walk me down the aisle.”

I waited for Harry to speak, but he was taking his sweet time thinking of something to say. I could tell that my words took him by surprise, from how his eyes widened. He pulled me closer so that my head was tucked under his chin. “Honey, it’s your big day. Do what you want. I know you haven’t always had the best relationship with your dad. So, if you don’t want him to walk you down the aisle, then he won’t. I want this wedding to be everything you’ve dreamed. And, honestly,” he paused to kiss my temple, “I don’t think he deserves to be there. He’s never liked me anyway, has he?”

I chuckled, knowing that Harry was right. I patted his leg, then turned to face him again. “No, he hasn’t. But, that’s okay. I kinda like you.” I winked at him, getting a snicker out of him.

He used his free hand to cup my cheek. “I love you, Y/n, and I wouldn’t want to see you hurt on our special day. If you don’t want him there, then I don’t.”

“How do I tell my mom, though? Surely, she’ll want to be there.” I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his. “She’ll talk me out of not inviting him.”

Harry moved for a second so he could kiss the tip of my nose. “Let me handle that. I’ll talk to your parents, okay?”

I sat up. “You’d do that?”

“Of course,” he said. “Why are you so surprised? I’d do anything for you.”

“Harry Edward Styles, you are truly the most amazing man in the world.” I smiled, “And, I can’t wait to call you my husband.”

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Harry Blurb!

A/n: Hello, lovelies! I’m back at it! My inbox is always open, so please send me some requests! Be prepared for a lot of Harry love... I’m really missing his long hair... I love you all! -L

Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I woke in a strange bedroom. I furrowed my eyebrows and brought the comforter up to my chin as I looked around. I couldn’t remember much about last night, but I did know that I went to a One Direction concert. How did that bring me to a hotel room when my house was only fifteen minutes away from the venue?

“Oh, you’re awake.” I heard an accented voice call from the other side of the room. Sitting up in bed, I turned to find the one and only Harry Styles sitting at the table, pouring fresh coffee into two mugs. “I was wondering how late you were going to sleep in. You had a pretty wild night.”

“H-h-h-Harry St-st-st-styles?” I couldn’t help but stutter when he approached me. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, taking one of my hands from the blanket.

“Yes?” He kissed my knuckles after smirking up at me, then brushed his thumb across the ring on my middle finger. My jaw hit my chest, but then I smiled back at him.

“What happened last night?” I asked, “how come I don’t remember anything?”

He pulled the blanket off me, to reveal the party dress that I didn’t remember wearing to the concert. “Well, let’s have some coffee and then I’ll explain everything, okay, love?”

I just nodded, completely baffled by the fact that he was right here in front of me and talking to me like we had known each other forever. After adding sugar to my mug, I brought the steaming liquid to my lips, watching Harry add milk to his own over the edge. After I let it slide down my throat, warming me up from the inside, I looked at my new friend. “So, what happened? Why am I wearing this?”

“Well,” he started, “it all happened really fast.” He took another sip. “I saw you in the front row and i tossed a paper at you, which said where the boys and I were going to be for the after concert party. You had nodded at me, so I figured you’d come. I waited hours for you to show up and when you did, you were wearing the same thing from the concert, which would have made you stick out like a sore thumb at the party. So, I took you shopping. Liam and Louis covered in case anyone asked where I had gone.” He gestured to the dress, “So that’s where the dress came from. I had one of the maids wash your clothes for you. I think they put them in one of the drawers.”

“So, you invited me to the after party?” I asked and he nodded, saying that he thought I was really pretty and he wanted to get to know me. “Really? Never in a million years would I have thought this would happen to me.”

“Why not?” Harry frowned, then flipped his hair over his head and then pushed them back.

I sighed, realizing that I was staring at him. I quickly took another swig of coffee. “Because you’re Harry Styles and I’m just a fan who dreamt of this happening.”

He took my hand in his. “I wasn’t lying when I said I thought you were pretty. You managed to stick out in that crowd, even with the crazy lights.” He smiled, “I have a good feeling about you...”

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A/n: Hey, guys. School has been crazy this semester, but I found time to write another blurb! I hope you like it! Much love -L

Prompt: “It hurts me to think that you’ve ever cried” —Stand Up (Up All Night)

You were standing up on the roof of your apartment complex, just watching the city as the chilly breeze making your deep red curls dance around your face. A six pack of beers was waiting at the center of the roof, one missing from the rest. It was cupped in your hands, leaning over the busy city as you leaned against the railing. A sigh escaped your lips. You were going to miss this most about San Francisco. The roof door opens and you turn to see your neighbour, Liam, walk out to greet you with a big smile. “Hey, stranger.” He nodded to the beers, “Save some for me?” You chuckled, watching as he bent down to reach for one and then joined you next to the railing. While your eyes remained on the flashing lights, his remained glued to your face. “What are you doing?” He asked. “Trying to hold onto the city.” You sighed, then threw back the rest of your beer. It left a hint of the orange wheat taste on your tongue. Next to you, Liam sighed as well. “I’m going to miss you when you move.” “Yeah, I wish I didn’t have to. We’ve become such great friends.” You smiled as you fake punched his shoulder. He grinned back, eyes on the road down below. A scoff. “Friends.” Your brows furrowed. “Did you say something?” “Y/n, don’t pretend like you don’t know.” “Know what?” You stood at your full height, weight on one leg, cocking your hip out. Liam looked around desperately for help, but nothing was there. Finally, after noticing that you weren’t going to drop the subject, he spoke. “Don’t pretend that you don’t know I’m in love with you.” You paused, not sure if he was kidding or if he was serious. “What?” He put his beer down, then took your hands in his. The wind blew around you, sending a chill down your spine. “Y/n, I care about you so much you wouldn’t believe it. It hurts me to think that you’ve ever cried. Even if I had nothing to do with your pain, I just don’t like it. Every day, I find that you’re on my mind more than anything. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/n. And, you’re leaving soon, so I figured it was now or never to tell you how I really felt about you.”