Punk Harry Series Part Two

Punk Harry Series Part Two

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He Admits He Likes You To Someone Else(his POV):

"Believe it or not, but you've been staring for, 20 minutes now and you actually haven't blinked once." Vince, my fellow body guard said. "I uh, I don't, I don't want to miss anything. You know, it only takes a second for someone to pull a trigger. Could happen any minute yanno?" I said trying to play it off that I wasn't just starring hard core. "Don't lie to me, you've been watching her like a hawk. Why don't you just ask her out? I mean, Y/N's really cool, and I think you guys would do well together." He said and I laughed. "Yeah, right after she stopped hating me. She can't stand me. She literally tenses every time I walk into a room. And I don't like her, that wouldn't be appropriate. We're coworkers, we couldn't. Even if I did like her, which I don't, it wouldn't work." I said and he smiled. "Okay, so why don't you just convince yourself of that before trying to convince me yeah? Also just talk to her? There, problem solved." He joked and I laughed. "Yeah no, I don't think it's my personality she hates. More like the piercings and tattoos." I said and he laughed. "Have you ever looked at her face up close? Or seen the back of her neck? She had her nose pierced and like her whole ear pierced. And she has a watercolor tattoo of a tree on the back of her neck. She'd be a bit of a hypocrite if she didn't like you for your looks." He said and I frowned. "Then why is she so hostile towards me?" I questioned. "Well, I may or may not have overheard her talking with the stylists. I guess she just had a pretty bad break up with her last boyfriend like, two weeks ago. He didn't like the fact that she would be leaving for the tour and he wanted her to quit. But she told him no, because her career is more important. Guess he didn't like that, so he fucked another girl in her bed. And I guess he had looks similar to yours." He said and I nodded, taking it all in. "What a dick. She put her career before him so he cheats on her, in her own bed?" I asked and he nodded. "Guess he told her roommate that she was going to help him rearrange her room as a going away present and he told her to tell him when she came home so he would know. Roommate never even suspected it." He said and I nodded. "So, she's just reminded of him every time she sees me?" I asked and he nodded. "Looks like I'm going to have to change that." I smiled and he nodded. "So, from what I'm hearing, you do like her?" He asked and I laughed. "Wow, what gave it away?"

Word Count: 496

Punk Harry Series Part 14

Part 13

Masterlist

He Meets Your Parents: It was cramped in your apartment. Your parents decided to make a surprise visit while your brother was in California for a baseball tournament. They were staying at a hotel about two hours away but they decided to come up and visit you anyway. So of course, the first thing that popped into your mind was, Harry needs to meet them. You two were really serious and it was about time he met your parents. You had already met his so what was the harm right? So now, you were on the phone with Harry, trying to warn him you were all on your way to his house. "Y/N, what the fuck, you know they won't like me!" He said, you could hear him rushing around, probably doing a lot of last minute cleaning. "Well, my brother will love you, my mom, she'll like you too, but my dad might need a bit of warming up to." You said. Your brother wasn't a problem, he may be a jock but he was very open minded. Your mom, yeah she was old fashioned but she was a lot like Harry's mom. She just didn't approve of it underage. She said you could get all the tattoos you want, once you're eighteen. Your dad? He was a different story. It took you five years to convince him to let you get your nose pierced. And even after you did it he didn't even look at you for a whole week. You did everything he didn't want you to do. You got tattoos and piercings, you fought with him over how sexist he was, you moved all the way across the country to be a makeup artist. He wanted a clean daughter, one who followed tradition and worked until she was married, one who worked as a receptionist or something non permanent. He wanted you to be independent and get a job to support yourself but when you got married he wanted you to quit and become a housewife. But those obviously weren't your plans. "We're here." You said to Harry before hanging up. You smiled to your family as you walked up to his front door, typing in the password he gave you to open it. "Harry!" You called as you showed your family where to take off their shoes. Harry was a neat freak, if you didn't convince him otherwise he was going to leave slippers at the door for people to wear instead of their shoes. Luckily, you managed to convince him that that was weird. "Hi." Harry said, rounding the corner to the door. "Mom, Dad, Y/B/N, this is my boyfriend Harry Styles. Harry this is my Mom, Y/M/N, my Dad, Y/D/N, and my brother Y/B/N." You said introducing him to everyone. "It's so nice to meet you all." You had all moved to the living room, you sat next to Harry while your family sat on the couch across from you two. "So, Harry, what do you do for a living?" Your father asked. "I'm head of security for the band Y/N and I work for." He said and you looked back to see your father's reaction. He was surprised. You could tell he expected him to be a tattoo artist or a mcDonald's employee. "Interesting." He said and Harry smiled. "If you'd like, I can show you the security system I have on this place. Top of the line, no one comes or leaves without me knowing." Harry said and your dad nodded, clearly very surprised about him. "Maybe some other time. I am impressed by your intellect and secure manor, it'll be good for Y/N. Say you two last, when you marry she'll have someone to depend on. She can finally quit her job and become a housewife without worrying about the financial issues." He said and you, slowly close your eyes in utter embarrassment and shame. You really thought your father could go one evening without bringing up his "plans" for you. You've always been so embarrassed of how old fashioned he is. And you know, Harry being himself, is going to say something. You tried to warn Harry not to do anything to drastic by squeezing his side, but it was no use. "Oh, she doesn't have to quit her job. She loves her job, if we marry, maybe I'll quit my job and depend on her financially." He tried to joke but you saw it. You saw the way not only he tensed when he heard what you father said, but you saw the way your father's whole demeanor changed when those words fell from Harry's mouth. "You will do no such thing, you’re the man. You provide the money. She does the housework, I will not have my daughter marry someone so low." He said, standing up. Harry stood as well, which caused you and your mother to stand. "You’re one of those people aren't you? The ones that thinks women are equal to men? No, daughter of mine will be with one of those scums." Your father spat. You rolled your eyes as you felt Harry's whole body tense, but then his body calmed, which surprised you. "Y/N is my partner, she is equal to me in every aspect. There was a time in life where men were valued more because they were physically stronger, but those were the cavemen times. Today, we need the intellectually smarter, the people who are more creative. And those people can be woman or men. And if Y/N chooses to be with me then you can't stop her-" "-Enough. I am through with hearing your trash. This new generation thinks they can change everything. This is tradition. This is the way it's always been." Your father said and Harry smiled. "If it was tradition to cut off your leg when you turn twenty would you do it? Would you follow that tradition?" Harry asked and your father went silent, before grabbing your mother's arm and dragging her from the house. "Uh, well, I like you Harry." Y/B/N said and you laughed before giving him a hug. "I know you probably won't hear the end of this so if you want you can stay with me for the night. He'll have cooled down by tomorrow." You offered to him and he smiled and nodded. 

THIS ISN'T BASED ON ANYONE I KNOW, MY FATHER ISN'T LIKE THIS AT ALL. NEITHER IS ANYONE ELSE THAT I AM AWARE OF. THIS IS SOLELY BASED OFF THE ASSHOLE COUPLE THAT SAT BEHIND ME AT CHURCH YESTERDAY AND WHAT I THINK RUNS THROUGH THEIR HEAD

Word Count: 1123

I’m just scared people are going to forget about Flint and forget about these children.

ohhhhh, whyyyyyy

Punk Harry Series Part 13

Part 12

Masterlist

You Meet His Family:

It was Christmas Morning. On a normal Christmas, you'd be with your family, in Massachusetts. But this year, your parents decided to take a trip to the Bora Bora for the holiday, without you. So now, here you are, in Harry's new house. Which he bought last month and you two had finally just finished the moving in process. Today was a big day, for a lot of people. This was Harry's first Christmas in his new home, your first Christmas with harry. And the big one, the day you meet Harry's family. He had flown them all over from the UK for the week and you were spending the whole day with them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You weren't nervous about them liking you, all your life you'd been a kind, caring person and you've always been very likable. You knew you'd all get along. It was just the whole, if they don't like even one thing, they have the power to easily break up your relationship. That's what made you nervous. "They'll be here in about four hours, so I'll take care of the cooking and cleaning and all that, you just take your time and get ready." Harry said leaning over to you and kissing your forehead. You smiled and nodded before you both got out of bed. You grabbed your rather large box of make up and went into the master bathroom. Harry's house was actually very nice. Three bedroom, two and half bathrooms, and Harry even turned the basement into his own little gym. Of course, your favorite was the master bathroom. It not only had a jacuzzi tub, but it had a built in vanity. You had already taken over that. Your makeup and hair supplies were crammed in there. Of course only the necessities. Most of your stuff was at your apartment. Which was not so coincidentally only a ten minute drive away. You had planned on wearing a black and white collared dress which came up to a little above your knee and for your hair you decided a high sock bun would do perfectly. Then for your make up you did the typically for your face but toned down your contour and highlight because the outfit was rather innocent, you didn't want to have these intensely chiseled cheek bones with that kind of outfit. Then for your eyes you did a slight nude and black smokey eye with winged eyeliner and then a deep red lip. You walked downstairs to see Harry bent over, head practically in the oven as he checked the temperature of the turkey. "Hey, babe." You called and he jumped but managed to turn to you without getting third degree burns. "Fuck Y/N, you scared the bloody shit out of me." He said, with an oven mit covered hand over his heart. "Yeah oops, but uh, next time, try not stick your whole head in the oven. If you want to avoid a trip the the ER anyway." You said and he sarcastically laughed at you. You smiled before walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist. After another hour the dreaded door bell finally rang. While you, slowly and shakily stood up, your tattooed punk boyfriend bounced off the sofa and ran to the door like a little kid on their birthday. You're pretty sure he even giggled a little bit. You smiled as you watched him hug who you assumed to be his mother and sister, harry said only his step dad was coming so you guessed that was the man who was closing the door behind them all. "Um, guys, this is Y\N, my girlfriend." Harry said pulling you over. You smiled and shook all of their hands, you managed to get out a "nice you meet you all." As well. The day went lovely, Anne was a complete sweetheart. She was always helping Harry when it came to the rest of the cooking and she even went as far as getting you a gift as well. It was right then that you thanked Harry so much for signing your name on the gifts he got them all. You would have felt like a complete bitch if he hadn't. Gemma was quiet, but you had a feeling that if you stayed around long enough you'd see her real side. Especially considering what a wild child Harry has described her to be. Robin was a very nice man, you could see how much he loved Anne, whenever he looked at her it was like he was watching his whole life walk right by him. It just reminded you that love really does happen, even for the older generation. Dinner was eaten and Gemma and Harry were talking about old embarrassing memories when you heard Anne call for you from the kitchen. You quietly excused yourself before making your way to her. "Oh stop that, I can take care of the dishes!" You scolded and she waved you off. "Oh no, you and Harry have done enough cleaning, I know you helped him move in over the last few weeks. Let me give you a small break." She said and you sighed but nodded. "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you, about Harry." She said and you gulped. Here it comes, the whole, I think he deserves better, shit you've heard all your life. "When he was about six, he discovered tattoos. From then till eighteen I watched him grow up. I didn't approve of tattoos before eighteen so you can imagine how much he despised me. For those few years it was almost like the poor kid was being oppressed. Like there was this chain around his ankles holding him back. When he got his first one I saw the chain come off and this amazing man just finally walk free. But, Harry also lost something when he got all the tattoos. He lost part of his attraction. Not that he isn't still a handsome boy, because he is. But, Harry has a type. He likes the innocent girls, the girl next door type. But those girls want the clean cut, business man type. Not the, tattooed punk type. I watched Harry struggle through college, he'd always say that he'd have his eye on a girl but then come to find out he wasn't her type. Until he met you. I haven't seen him like this ever. He's never been so happy and the only one to thank is you. I mean, good lord this kid struck out for like five years straight and then here you are. You're slightly off from his type, you have some tattoos and piercings but, you have this good girl aura to you. You seem to just fit him, and him you. Y/N, I am so thankful for you, my baby is happy." Anne said before coming over and embracing you in a tight hug. Harry had mentioned that he had a rough time with girls but never to this extent. Maybe it's just a mothers connection with her son but Anne saw more than even Harry saw. And you couldn't be more thankful that she told you all this. "If anything I'm thankful for you. Without you, he wouldn't be here, and then I probably wouldn't be as happy as I am now." You said and she smiled. "Woah, what did I miss?" Harry said as he walked into the room. Surprised to see you and his mother in such a intimate position. "Just talking." You said, smiling at Anne.

Word Count: 1274

Punk Harry Series Part 7

Part 6

Masterlist

First Kiss: You were in a panic. It was 4 hours to show time and everything was running behind schedule. But that wasn't the end of it. No, Sydney decided she wanted to color her hair. Going from jet black to lilac. Colors on the opposite of the wheel. Which also meant that you had to change up her make up routine to account for this sudden change in her hair color. She has a yellow undertone but with the black hair you decided to cover it with a pink undertone so it would compliment the color. But then she decided to change it and now you have to change everything as well. Of course it didn't stop there. She had also gone to see a speaker at some hole in the wall poet society place and guess she felt as if he changed her life. She said that the aura around her felt natural and green that she now wants to unite the nations with some green bullshit. Basically she now wants makeup that is made with all natural resources and isn't tested on animals. Which is like 3% of all makeup companies in the world. "Hey, how's life-whoa, who died in here?" You heard Harry's voice say behind you. You whipped around, probably looking like an idiot. You could feel yourself sweating, your hair was everywhere and you arms were whipping around like flags in strong wind. "Everything in my life is falling apart!" You exclaimed and he smiled coming over and gripping your shoulders to stabilize you. "What could possibly be going on that could ruin your whole life?" He asked kind of laughing at you. You started to explain the situation of course you were rambling so you were sure he heard less than 12% of what you said. You were half way through explaining how many companies made makeup that went by her requirements when you felt him press his lips to yours. It was kind of perfect. It wasn't too passionate just, skin on skin. No movement or tongue just lips pressed to lips. It was also your first real kiss as a couple. Nothing like that spastic kiss he gave you when you were on guard duty. This was good, this was wanted by both of you. 

Word Count: 384