#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there. 

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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.

“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.

“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.

“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.

“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.

“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.

“I’m going away. You suck.”

It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.

“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.

“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”

“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”

“No…”

“Oh yes!”

And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.

“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.

“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.

“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.

“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.

“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh no,  I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.

“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.

“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”

She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”

“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.

“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.

He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.

At least, I met him.

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#54 How Do They Do It? (Harry Styles)

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CONCEPT: 

Y/N had a life of her own before Harry and there was no reason why she wouldn’t have one when she was with him as well. But, what people loved about these two were how they were able to create space for themselves and have their own personality after 5 years of being together but, also how they worshipped each other to the core.

Harry followed her around like a puppy, kissing on her, doting on her and she did the absolute same and she loved on him in front of and when they were away not knowing they were being watched.

It felt unreal, but these two did it so well, that people hated them for it - and they were still clueless about it.

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“I think, I want to get this today, so I can process these forms tomorrow before I leave. Also, could you look into the scene list for me? See if I’m missing something?” Y/N told her co-worker.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. The project doesn’t start for like two months. Enjoy your time off!” Y/N had been working so hard for the last four months. She worked as an Assistant Director and her last film had finally wrapped up, and they were free for the next two months before the next project started. Not that she really was on an off. She also owned an online business with her best friend. She was the business brains, and her friend handled the designing and the manufacturing. They promoted native culture from three different countries and put it forward in the world. They were still small, but for a company that started about a year and a half ago, they were doing exceedingly well, and they both thanked their stars every day.

Y/N like it though, she liked owning a business and following her passion, and even though her life sometimes got a little too crazy, she managed it well. She gave her boyfriend that benefit though. He kept her sane, and she’d like to say she did the same for him. He usually based himself around her whenever he was off stage, and whenever she was off, she followed him around with her laptop.

Y/N’s aim was to start her own film, but she was still finding her perfect story, after a fallout with the writer of her last one. It was a difficult thing to overcome, but the girl was constantly all over her boyfriend, and when he had to push her off him, Y/N had had enough with that trick, and finally listened to her boyfriend’s advice on how her friend was not the right person to work with. She was fine for the moment though, she loved working as an assistant director, and learnt the most she could from working with the greats. It took all her strength to be where she was, and she was still young. Very young, only 22 and it had been just a year before that she had completed her masters in direction.

It had been longer with her boyfriend though. They met when she was still doing her under graduation. Actually, she met him when she started it, in her first week. He was friends with her flatmate and had come to see him in secret. No one knew he was on campus, nor it would have gone a bit crazy. One Direction had come out with their third album, and he out of a horrible relationship. She still doesn’t know how it came to be what it was, but it was rocky at the start. He was in a phase of being heartbroken, and an asshole, and he still says, how he doesn’t recognize himself when he sees that year. He played her for a long while, a long long while that Y/N for the first three years of their relationship refused to acknowledge that period in their timeline. He, on the other hand, wanted her in the good and especially, in the bad. So, it was five years now.

But, he had played her for that year. He knew she was gullible enough to fall for him, and do anything for him. But, he also, liked her. For the longest time chased her around to finally get her. She was young as well, and he was her first proper relationship. So, he messed around with her, and messed around with other people, not calling it a relationship when it clearly was one, and she was putting herself in one with a guy who was hardly in the city, never around her to hold her hand, or show her off. It was until in the third month, when she found out about the other girls, realised it was not a relationship, and freaked out. He broke her heart, and she called him the worst human in the world. She called him a lot worse, but what broke his heart was, the fact that this girl wanted everything in a relationship that he had wanted. And now that he broke her heart, she’ll turn into him, who just thought he could live like how he was. And he hated seeing her cry. So, he chased her again, and opened up to her in every way he could, as he presented his heart to her for keeping this time.

She has kept it safe with her, believing him after almost eight months of them being together again to make sure he was here to say, and he was. He was an incredibly committed guy. That was what he also called his vice. Cause, he committed himself to something only after fully believing in it. So it was always a 100% or nothing to him. Y/N had his 100% in his heart criteria. They made it through her graduation, the band hiatus when he became a mess, and through his solo career, and her starting in her career. She can’t say it had always been strong, cause they had their fallouts, but Y/N wasn’t taught to give up, and Harry was too strong headed to ever not be able to get through a bad period and come back in her arms.

Y/N was on the flight to Australia now. She was supposed to meet him after his Australian tour ended, but she had wanted to surprise him, and Jeff made all her dreams come true. She knew he adored her. She was his way through any difficult idea with Harry. She was going to meet him in Sydney after his concert there, and she couldn’t wait.

She was managing all her appointments on the flight so she could take three days off her online business to give all her time to him before she had to divide her time between him and her work. He knew how busy her work life was, knew how she processed, and he admired how strong she was. It was one of the first things he fell for with her, her passion for things. Her passion for the littlest to the largest thing and he knew her passion for him.

They had a deal. They knew their life was hectic, but after the third year fight about not giving each other time, they had decided about how they had to make time for each other regardless of how crazy it got. This was through his hectic concerts, and crazy writing periods to her shooting and managing her business. This got them through all the long distance, and all the space they needed to know themselves to be stuck to each other when they were together. It was tough, it required a lot of effort from both of them, equally. Especially when people around them always thought how they could do better, and how could they do it with the distance, and how they are better for them than their current relationship. They got through all of it, because Y/N loved him with passion, and Harry did not have it in his functioning to love anything else apart from her.

Jeff had it all arranged, and she didn’t even have to worry about her stuff reaching wherever her boyfriends was, and she was handed a drink while she freshened up, looking the best for him. Always trying to look the best for him, like he tried to for her. Jeff came and hugged her, telling her some crazy instances they faced in the tour so far, and about his family, catching up with her. He was still performing, and Y/N didn’t want to watch the concert halfway. She had missed all his previous ones, hating how she wasn’t there with his family in London. But, she was here now.

And in a dress, she knew he would love. He loved backless dresses - said it messed up his head when he saw is his angel in a short dress in which she already looked like a sin, but when her back was completely bare for him to touch…well, it made him go insane. She wanted him to go absolutely berserk today.

He came off stage, high on energy, thanking everyone involved for making it amazing today. He was sweaty, and took off his jacket, giving it to the assistant who had a hanger ready for him, as he made his way towards his dressing room. Jeff came out of his room, stopping him in the track, and hugging him congratulating him on the crowd. “Why weren’t you watching me?” He pretended to be offended, but Jeff lied about some complication for tomorrow which needed sorting out to not give away anything. He nodded, “let me get changed and then, leave yeah?” He opened the door to his room. Locking it behind him, he didn’t notice any presence in his room, as it was usually empty, and Y/N was hiding behind the door. He proceeded to take his pants off, before Y/N repeated a dialogue which he usually said to tease her, “I have no idea, how you think you’re allowed to go out in the public looking like that?” he turned around, his eyes meeting hers, and taking her in, “and then, you don’t even show off to me so -“ she didn’t get to finish as, he smashed in his body into hers, “Harry…” she breathed out, as his arms wrapped around her body, making her fit into him, like she always has, like she knows this is her home. Her, attached to his body, his lips on her shoulder, breathing her in.

He held her for a long time before he let her go, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw, before she held his face to make him kiss her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Harry bent down, picking her up by making her wrap her legs around him, and sitting on the couch, so he could do this longer, and make her comfortable. No words were spoken. They had really pushed it this time. Four months of not being able to see each other, with just two days in between where they could meet. He usually, made time to come to her, but because of her direction in a major film this time, she couldn’t meet anyone. She held his face in her hands, as their kiss got deeper and they tasted each other properly, with Harry’s hands going all over her body with a stronghold to actually know she was there.

“I love when you surprise me,” He kissed her one more time before pulling away. “Baby,” one more time, and he could stop himself. Maybe a couple more, as he kissed her again, making her laugh. “Did you plan this?”

Y/N nodded, “Jeff helped,” She took the liberty to make her hands go through his hair, which was much longer than the last time she had held it. It brought tears to her eyes, as one fell down, making Harry frown, “I’m sorry for staying away for this long. And also, not talking for a week in between,” She kissed his cheek.

He wiped her tear away, “hey, this was an amazing opportunity. More than amazing, this was fantastic. And, this is the time where you take your risks. I don’t regret it. I love our FaceTime sessions,” He laughed, knowing he loved her in her arms more.

“Okay, I’m yours for the next two months though,” she gave him big smile, finally telling him the duration of her break.

“Two months? Wait until the end of the tour? What?” He kissed her, “really?”

“Yes, and then the shoots in L.A. for The Last Sunshine,” Harry raised his eyebrow, knowing the entire drama about selecting the location, “I know, out of every place in the world, they chose L.A., but whatever, that means -“

“That means we have more than two months together before it gets crazy busy again,” Harry finished her sentence, “Gosh, how will we ever manage? What if I can’t stand you?” he teased.

“I can buy new lingerie every month?” she said, innocently pretending to play along. Harry made an extra eager-excited face, making her laugh all over again before they heard a knock, and Harry brought her closer, covering half her back with his arm, protectively, as the door opened.

“Hey!” Jeff walked in, “Happy, my man?”

“Happiest,” he smiled.

“That smiles worth it,” He gave Y/N a high five, as he walked towards them. “Okay, here are the keys to the car. Please be safe, don’t stay out the entire night and come back to the hotel so, that you can rest up for tomorrow’s performance.”

“I was thinking, we could just go to the hotel. Start all our adventures tomorrow,” Harry winked looking at her. They liked to take off in the night and explore the city, so Harry knew what the city looked at night, and sometimes they messed up his schedule. Jeff became the dad then, setting both of them straight, while they acted like teenagers. It had happened often enough for him to start with a warning.

“That’s new,” Jeff laughed, and Harry made a face. “Okay now get off each other, and let’s make a move.” He walked towards the door, as Harry bent placing a kiss on the skin showing between Y/N’s breasts, “Guys now!” Harry groaned, as he licked that spot making Y/N shiver.

“This dress,” he kissed her shoulder, “should be illegal.”

“You should be illegal,” Y/N said, before she crashed her lips to his.

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“Lie down on the bed fo’me,” harry mumbled in the kisses. He had stripped her completely naked, ruining her bra, and tearing her panties, saying sorry baby, it was too delicate, but Y/N knew better to know he loved doing it.

“Don’t know how long you lasted without me,” Y/N picked up her body, resting on her elbows, her legs open wide apart, as Harry shook out of his pants, and his underwear.

“It’s your voice, and your abilities to get me off through a camera baby, maybe we could invest you in porn,” Y/N hit him, before he held her arm, making her hold it above her head before he got her other arm in his hold. Holding her with his one hand, he used his other, to feel her out. Slowly, taking in what he had missed for the past four months. Touching all that he wanted to touch over their sessions only to be not able to.

“Harry,” Y/N moaned, has his fingers entered her mouth, and she sucked on it with full attention, letting it go with a pop, as his now, wet fingers went down her neck, to those fucking nipples, which were so sensitive, he had made her come just with his tongue on it once. He loved finding out new pressure points in her body so, he could play her properly in his hands.

His fingers reached her pussy, as he entered two fingers inside her, making Y/N roll her eyes so far in her head, and making her take a breath.

“Harry please,” she let out his name like a chant out of her tongue. They didn’t have it in them too much to continue the foreplay. It had been too long, and he was already leaking out, while she had been drenched since the dressing room.

“I’m going to push in, yeah?” He said, “babe?”

Y/N nodded, as Harry let go of her arms, as one grabbed the pillow, and other his arm, as he slowly pushed inside of her. Pumping slowly, teasingly so, that Y/N felt the chill rise up from her legs on to her stomach, curling her foot. “Oh god,” She moaned out, as Harry quickened his pace, balls deep inside of her, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. He bent down, kissing her lips, and her neck, as she squeezed him so tight, making him want to stay buried in her forever. Y/N came so fast, it was incredible how much she missed his body. It was so good, that she couldn’t help tears fall out. She rolled them, so Harry was on her back, continuing to bounce on him, knowing he was so close. He held her hips and thrusted so hard and fast, as he came so deep inside of her, coating her walls with his release, making Y/N feel sedated. He stilled inside of her for a while, holding himself there, as Y/N crashed on his body, nuzzling her head into his chest. She could feel his cum inside her, warm knowing it’ll put out of her onto the sheets when he pulled out.

“I love you, did I say that?” He asked.

“I love you,” She whispered to his heart, as he wrapped his arms around her.

Harry proceeded to fuck her twice more, once on the bed again, and then in the washroom before she entered the shower. He liked seeing him fuck her in the mirror, and this room had three all around them to give him all the angles to see her fall apart in his arms.

He did end up missing his morning gym session, but he ordered breakfast in bed for her. He wanted to see her eat, he wanted to see her do everything around him, for now, he wanted to sit with him between his legs in nothing, and eat her toast telling him about the time, the actor got locked in one of the rooms, and the shooting getting cancelled because everyone thought he went home. 

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#2 - I’m Yours? (Harry Styles One Shot)

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Word Count : 2,194

Harry Styles One Shot (SMUT) : Summary - Words hurt and Harry has to make up for it.

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“Could you pack all my orders, please?” I asked the bakery owner. He nodded and started wrapping it himself. I was planning to go see Harry at the studio. Might as well just carry some food along for the boys!

The worker loaded the food in my the backseat of my car while I wondered if I should surprise him or call him and then, show up. Surprises are good, right? Surprises with food are perfect!

I walked into the studio with all the bags. Everyone knew me here so, I had a lot of people to meet before, I could go into the studio. I had been ignoring these ones for far too long. I owned studios all throughout the town here as a side business with one of my friends. And, it just happened to be the best, too.

“Hey Y/N!” Niall called out from one corner of the entire floor. He ran up to me and took half my packets. “I love you! I was so hungry!” He laughed.

“There’s a lot of food in there,” I laughed and walked with him to the studio.

“Y/N got food!” Niall announced as we entered the room. I saw Harry’s face shoot up as, everyone else cheered.

“Oh good!” Julian laughed and, took the packets from my hand. “I need some help with the panel here, too. What are we suppose to do with the shift? This is a bit too advanced for my liking. I laughed and showed the feature to him. Harry was right beside me with a frown on his face. “Thanks a lot! This makes it so much easier!”

“Can I talk to you?” Harry whispered pulling me down. I nodded and he pulled me out of the studio. I didn’t like the way he pulled my elbow out. I was not a kid. We were standing in the balcony when, he shut all the doors and stood in front of me. “What are you doing here?”

“Got you food?” I frowned.

“Couldn’t you call?” His tone was flat.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise then, I just wanted to see you…”

“Oh, Bullshit Y/N! Stop interfering with my work.”

“Har-that’s not what I was trying…”

He cut me again, “Really! I get it you’re a songwriter, etc but, I don’t want you involved with my work here. Didn’t we clear that out?” He raised his voice a bit. His eyes stared into my face which now held a disgusted look. I just wanted to see him. Just surprise him, I was going to leave after I gave the food and hugged him, maybe. That was not going to happen. “But, you have to show up and show off cause Y/N is the best!”

I flinched. His voice had so much hatred in it. I couldn’t help my tears to fall down and I looked in every direction apart from his face.

“HARRY! COME IN!” Niall shouted. Harry gave me one last look and walked inside. I couldn’t stand straight as I hit the wall, trying to find balance. I couldn’t believe he thought of me like that. I was involved with just one song and never came back again. I was here to just see…I had to leave. I wiped my eyes and walked out of the balcony from the other gate, avoiding the studio.

I couldn’t get his face out of my head. The one I loved hated me and I didn’t know exactly why. Martha, our housekeeper was preparing dinner when I walked in. “I won’t eat Martha, could you just prepare it for Harry? And, I’m going to sleep so, tell him if he asks…” I quickly hugged her and ran up the stairs, keeping my voice straight and not showing her my face.

It was 11pm when, I heard Harry enter. I heard him ask about me and Martha did as told. I heard him enter the room. I didn’t make a sound; I lay quiet, eyes closed, bundled up on my side, away from him. I have no idea what I was expecting now. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked. I didn’t reply and he huffed and walked out. I couldn’t help crying myself to sleep.

I woke up early while Martha was preparing breakfast. I realised, I didn’t want to talk to him. I just couldn’t. What he said was hurtful and degrading when I did absolutely nothing. I got ready as fast as I could but, unfortunately found him out of the bed. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. “Martha, could you please pack my breakfast, I have to leave in 5.”

“What? Bullshit. Have breakfast with me…” Harry said, looking up from his phone.

“I have a meeting.”

“You’re the boss.” He smirked. Did he forget what he said yesterday?

“Thank you, Martha,” I took the packet from her and walked towards the door.

“Hey baby…” Harry ran up to me. I took my car keys and walked out of the door before he could catch me. “Y/N? Y/N!” I heard him shout but, I was already in my car.

I came back home to loud music playing in the lobby. I walked in to see a couple of his mates there. I didn’t want to interrupt or disturb him so, I walked up the stairs and prepared for a hot bath.

“Hey, why didn’t you come in and meet everyone,” Harry walked in the bathroom as I got inside the hot tub. I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to get myself in a comfortable position. “You left without a kiss in the morning, either…” He bent down to kiss my lips but, I pulled back drowning myself in the tub. “Not nice. I want to talk to you.”

“We talked enough, yesterday.”

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He sighed. He tried touching my hair but, I shifted myself away from him.

“Go back to your friends, wouldn’t want me to come and show off or anything.”

“Y/N.”

“Go.” I replied, drowning myself again.

I trudged to the kitchen, not wanting myself to be seen by anyone. I got a couple of things to eat from the fridge when, I heard people leaving. I carried all my food upstairs and sat down near the window.

Harry came up after a while. He gave me a look and sighed and changed his clothes. Sitting down beside me, only in his boxers, his hair tied up in a bun, he pulled me close. I tried not to budge but, he pulled me with a little too much strength. I sat between his legs continuing to eat the pasta from last night. “I’m sorry…” He said, after some time. He kissed my shoulders lightly and wrapped his arms around my stomach. “I was mad because we spent the day getting hardly any work done, talking about you.” He kept his head on my shoulders. “I know, it was wrong but, I was quite annoyed and when we actually started working, you showed up.”

“How is that my fault?” I replied, trying hard not to cry. “I wanted to come see you. I was going to leave in five.”

“Yeah, I know, I was just mad at myself and everyone, I wanted to get the song finished before I lost inspiration.”

“You’re extremely selfish, you know,” I said, getting up from his lap. “Your inspiration, your song, your distraction…it was my mistake to even think you’d be happy to see me.”

I walked inside the closet and pulled a duffle bag out. Harry followed me in, “Love, it’s not like that- what are you doing?” I continued packing a few clothes. “Alright, stop it. I’m sorry okay!” Harry pushed the duffle bag away and pulled me towards his chest.

“Let me go!” I tried pushing away.

“Y/N!” Harry pulled me over his shoulder and walked out of the closet. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top, nuzzling his head between by shoulder and neck. His entire weight was on me, making it impossible for me to move.

“Let me go! There was so much hatred, disgust in your voice for me. This is not love. Let me go!” I cried.

“Please. Please stop moving,” He cried. “Don’t let my stupidity tear us apart. I love you so much. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you, please don’t go.”

I gave up, tired as he held me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, making me arch my back and be forced to hug him. “Let me make your anger run away,” he pouted his tear falling on my cheek.

I didn’t quite realise what happened next. One moment his lips touched mine and, the next I was pulling him into a full snogging session with each other. He pulled all my clothes away, as I tried pulling his bun, to make his hair fall out. He went down to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses and then, marking me as his. I pushed him on his back and climbed onto him, marking him the same way, he did to me. I could count the places burning on my skin. “You’re mine?” he asked and, I pulled him into kiss as assurance.

“I’m yours?” He then, asked. His eyes wide, sincerely asking me to forgive him. I nodded and pulled his shirt off. Kissing all over his stomach, and then, pulling his pants down.

“No, no…It’s my mistake, I should do the work,” He giggled, his purest one and quickly pulled me under him, before I could protest. He pulled down my pants with my underwear hurriedly, and buried his mouth between my legs.

“Oh my god!” I moaned.

“Oh my Harry, please!” He laughed. I could feel him laugh against my pussy. He licked over my clit, pushing one finger in and holding my hand with his. I gasped and pulled at his hair, feeling him moaning at the feeling and continuing to eat me out.

“You taste so sweet!” he hummed as he added fingers and increased their pace in moving in and out of me. I was so close. I told him, I was so close and I continuously moaned his name over and over again. “Hmm,” He hummed again, moving his tongue back to my dripping pussy, “Don’t come…wait…”

“Oh Harry,” I arched my back, trying to pull his face to kiss me. He did, I could taste myself on his tongue. He climbed over me and I saw his hard cock, against my pussy lips. I placed his hair behind his ear and he pushed into me, filling me up with himself and making me arch my back into his chest. He started to buck his hips into mine, taking it extremely slow, getting me used to his size.

“I don’t fuck you enough, you’re so fucking tight!” He moaned into my neck. He increased his speed which caused me to dig my nails into his back, almost screaming. He moaned in pain, because I was holding him too tight, not willing to let go. He began to thrust in harder, making me shift up the bed slowly and clawing his back harder. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated again as he went fast, making it up to me now. I loved this man, I loved this man making love to me, and I loved this man fighting with me. I loved him through everything.

“Y/N!” He moaned as he picked up my leg and kept it over his shoulder going in deeper and hitting that spot.

“Oh my…Harry! Harry!” I screamed, not being able to control it anymore. The only man who could make my screams so loud. He kept filling me, as I tried keeping up with his thrusts.

“Look at me!” He shouted as I tried closing my eyes in ecstasy. I stared into his eyes, which were now looking at me in adoration and lust. Hr drilled into my pussy faster, holding my waist in his eyes, stopping any movement from my side. “Tell me you love me baby,” He looked so beautiful, sweaty as his hair stuck to his face. “Tell me!” He groaned into my neck.

“I love you baby, so so much!” I said against his lips.

“My baby’s going to come? I can feel you squeezing baby…” He kissed and licked over my nipples, pulling me closer. “Go on love, come over my dick! Do you like how I feel inside you? It’s me forever, honey!”

“Harry, I’m so close!” I clawed his back as he sat me up in his lap, making me bounce on his dick. I kept kissing his neck, marking him further until I collapsed on his chest. He held my hips and as he came deep inside of me, kissing my forehead again and again.

“I love you so much, you know” He laid me on the bed and cuddled into my chest.

“Love you…” I hummed. “Shower?”

“I’d like to take you in the tub again,” He kissed my lips giggling so, that I couldn’t disapprove.

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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there. 

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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.

“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.

“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.

“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.

“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.

“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.

“I’m going away. You suck.”

It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.

“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.

“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”

“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”

“No…”

“Oh yes!”

And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.

“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.

“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.

“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.

“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.

“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh no,  I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.

“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.

“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”

She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”

“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.

“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.

He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.

At least, I met him.

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#52 - Playing the Intermediary (Harry Styles)

Where Y/N plays the intermediary in a breakup and is stuck with the ex-boyfriend. 

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“So, it is just this. I don’t know how to do it,” She shook her head. 

“But, you are sure that he loves you?” I asked. 

“That’s the only thing I’m sure about. You know, how it is, it’s just after the death, it’s like he clings to me. And we have been together for three years, I just don’t want to make it a four. God, just make me break up!” She moaned. 

“I feel you’re the first person who wishes to get rid of someone who loves you. Here, nobody loves me and I would love a boyfriend!” I laughed. 

“I wish he cheats on me. Like I don’t see us together. I don’t see any part in the future where our ideologies match, or our interests. It’s like I grew up and he never did!” She went on explaining, “I think, he is just used to me, and then he calls it love. Because I don’t spend more than five minutes talking to him. I hardly respond to his texts and he still doesn’t get the clue. I told him I don’t want to get married until I am 28 while he does, and he still doesn’t get it!“ 

"Why don’t you just break up? Like just lay it out. All clear." 

"You think I haven’t tried? I have done it repeatedly. REPEATEDLY. He doesn’t understand, then starts crying and then, it’s just - you have to help me. Tell him, that I am depressed with him. I can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t marry him. I never will. Our minds don’t match, our nothing matches and I don’t want him. He will be happier with anyone else other than me. Tell him!” She groaned. 

“Alright, I am sending this recording to him." 

"Wait, what? You recorded it?” She played it again, “Yeah, as proof. Poor guy should hurt now than when you make it four years, you know. So, promise he won’t come running after me if I send him this and ask him to lay off?” I asked. 

“I have a feeling, that he won’t believe it. Like he will just be like, you’re joking." 

"Not after, I have spoken to him…” I dialled his number. “Hello? Is this Harry?" 

"Yeah, it’s Harry. Who is this?" 

"Not important. What’s important is that I’m Sara’s friend.”

“What? Is everything alright? Is everything fine? Is she hurt.” My heart broke for him. But, this was good for him. They were both breaking each other. 

“Well, not really. Look, Sara is depressed. And, I have been seeing her for months now. She is not happy. At all. She wants to get rid of you. She doesn’t want you in her life anymore. She doesn’t care for you. Doesn’t see any future with you, and I feel you should stop embarrassing yourself and live your life and let her live hers." 

"What? Who the fuck are you? Give her the phone." 

"No, Harry. I know you are better than this. I know you have been together for a long time, but you have to see she is miserable and if you do truly claim to love her, then you will leave her, cause she doesn’t want you or have any respect left for you. I mean, she made me call you. Made me do it because you don’t even acknowledge her words when she tells you the same. This is toxic. I have sent a voice message. That’s her begging me to tell you. Give it up, Harry. Let her go. You are not worth each other." 

There was pin drop silence on the other side for the next 10 seconds. Long enough, I cut the call. 

“What did he say?” Sara looked at me hopefully. 

“He played the recording according to my notification.” My heart was breaking for him. No one should be hurt like that. But, he did call for it. 

“God, I hope it works,” She groaned and checked her phone. He has sent a ‘why would you do this to me?’. Cause I want to get rid off you, you fucker! I have texted - we are over, to him. Hope it’s final this time!” 

“You really don’t love him, do you?” I asked. 

“Never did. I don’t even know why I was with him. Promise me, don’t ever be in a relationship where you can’t say why are you together. It’s the worst thing.”

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“It happened!” Sara called cheering the next day. “We are over! You did it! We did it!” She yelled. I was back home since I was just visiting her place. 

“Oh wow, that’s great for you! You are the first I have seen this happy as well!” 

“I am rejoicing my freedom!” 

“Yeah, umm is he alright? He won’t go and hurt himself or anything right? I don’t want to go to prison,” I tried to laugh. 

“No, he is heartbroken. But, he will be fine. I am not the bad person here. You know that right?” She asked, looking for my approval. 

“There is no right or wrong here, Sara. I just hope you don’t regret it.” I smiled. 

“I don’t think, I will. I have wanted it for so long. More than a year, and it feels right. Anyway, got to go, I have a class! Bye baby!” 

I didn’t get relationships. People were just confusing, and this case just confused me so much more. How does love become a noose around your neck, and why do we let it get it to that stage. 

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It had been a month since that day. Sara was happy, and getting better. She looked much more relaxed than before, and I knew it was because she didn’t have him in her life. She had less stress and she was finally getting into herself. I wondered at times about Harry. How was he dealing with it? Dealing with wholly believing that his love loved him, only to be absolutely shattered in the end by it. 

I thought about him a lot. More than a lot, at times. It felt wrong, but as much as I understood Sara, the more I tried to understand Harry. Why did he lead himself to that stage? And why did he do that to himself and her?

“Hi, can I have a Latte, size medium, please?” I needed a coffee. 

“Sugar?” 

“No, thank you. I am trying to get rid of it!” I laughed. 

I sat down on the side table with my coffee, ready to work, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and, I was right. Only I didn’t expect to stare back. He was beautiful. His eyes were so big, and his face looked as if it was carved to perfection. He was frowning though, “Can I help you?” I asked. 

“It’s you.” He whispered.

“Umm, me?” He got up from his table, and came and sat in front of me. I looked around, finding this weird. 

“You’re the one who broke up with me.” 

“Excuse me?” I frowned. 

“I mean, broke up with me for my girlfriend, ex..girlfriend,” he stared, his face not giving any other emotion. His voice sounded so much better in person. Shut up, Y/N. 

“You must have me mistaken?” 

“No, I can’t. I have tried. I can’t forget that voice. I can’t forget your voice. I don’t remember anything hurting me more. And, I think I have seen you in one of Sara’s pictures, I have a good memory.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah, fuck. I’m Harry,” He put his hand forward, and I just looked at it. 

“How are you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He pulled his hand back and got comfortable in his seat. 

“How do you think I am?” His voice was so straight, deep and sharp. 

“I don’t know.” 

“You broke my heart, shattered it.” 

“Excuse me, but your girlfriend shattered it.” 

“And, you approved?” He asked, his eyes were watery. 

“I didn’t have the say. It wasn’t about me.” 

“Then, why the fuck were you in it?” He raised his voice, and moved forward as I pushed back. 

“I was asked a favour, and I did it.”

“Were those your words or hers?” 

“Shouldn’t you be over her?” 

“After you humiliated me?” He pointed. 

“I didn’t do anything. You were both doing it to yourself,” I should shut up. At least bite my tongue. 

“I thought I was having a new start, until I heard your voice,” He looked to the window. There was something wrong with him. 

“I would still recommend it,” he looked at me. “This is a great place to have one. It should be easy.” 

“Are you in a relationship?” He asked, and I shook my head. “Ever been?” I shook my head again. “Then, you don’t know what you’re talking about, so stop advising.” He sneered. 

“Right, why are you at this table? I did nothing to you. I have nothing to do with you. I was the intermediary, a mere messenger…” 

“Do you like playing the intermediary in places?” He asked. Why was he so beautiful? Why hadn’t I asked to see his picture before? Sara had put me off him, that I was sure there would have been something rotten about him. He just looked broken to me.. 

“I like helping.” 

He looked at me, then shook his head. “Well, then Y/N - help me.” He said smirking. 

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