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SINGLE DAD HARRY!!! And like he's coming home from a Christmas party (or nye party) slightly drunk off eggnog and Y/N's there and he decides to pour himself a glass of wine as he's paying her but ends up spilling it all over his Christmas jumper leading to him stripping it off and Y/N having to help him clean it!!! And Harry being a little shit and asking Y/N things like "what'd you ask santa for feh Christmas" with a slur and jokingly telling her to sit on his lap and omg 😍😍

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Coffee Shop

a/n: My first one-shot on here!! I'm excited for this :)) Please do give any feedback, it would be much appreciated! I love to read y'alls thoughts. Also remember yall, the reblog button is right next to the like! Not proof read, all mistakes are mine. Requests are open!! Love you guys 🥰

Pairing: Coffee Shop!Harry x Y/N (oh and Niall makes an appearance)

Warnings: fluff- just two idiots in love, drinking, tiny bit of swearing (Italics mark as flashbacks)

Summary: Harry works at the coffee shop, and Y/N's a regular customer.

Word Count: a little over 2.4k

“Iced Americano for Lydia!”

The coffee shop was bustling with energy- there was always a person occupying every single seat, and the noises of the coffee machines and staff always added to the liveliness of this shop. The dings of the door opening and closing indicated a new person entering, and the orders being taken place were just another ingredient to the mix.

Deja Brew, as they had named it, was the busiest and most known coffee shop within the city. People would come in here for the morning runs before work, they would simply sit at a table while typing away at their computer, or they would be here with friends. Everyone loved this tiny area- all the things about it screamed home.

What Harry loved most about it, however, was one specific customer- mocha and blueberry muffin girl. He had developed a little crush only a while ago… but he had been seeing her ever since he had started working here.

“Hey, how may I help you?” Another one of his coworkers took her order. Aiden was in the back during his break time. He was looking down at her phone as he had nothing better to do.

“Hi! I’d like a mocha and a blueberry muffin please,” she said. Harry looked up to see the most beautiful person he had ever seen to date. She already had her card out and was ready to pay.

“Will that be all?” She smiled up at his coworker, the small wrinkles by the side of her light brown eyes showing.

“Yes, please.”

He thought he would never see her again. He thought he would get over that “love at first sight”. What he didn't know was she was a regular. Ever since then, he observed that she always ordered the same thing off the menu. Every. Single. Day.

Only a few days after taking her order, Harry had gotten her mocha and blueberry muffin ready before she came into the shop. He wanted her to pay and leave so she wouldn't have to wait to continue her day. All of this but he didn't even know her name.

People had crushes on others without knowing their names, right? He wasn't crazy, right?

It did bother Harry a little bit, but that was okay. He got to see her everyday, and that was enough. And it wasn't like she was ever going to notice him anyways.

He was broken from his daydream when his coworker, Niall tapped Harry on his shoulder.

“Wondering when your lover will walk through the door?” Niall teased him.

“Oh for fuck's sake, Niall. She's not my ‘lover’,” Harry sighed and checked his watch for the fifth time. ‘She should be here any moment’, he thought. He had her order packed fresh and ready.

“Haha, biggest joke of the year. I’ve seen the way you admire her. If you aren't gonna make a move, I might just make one,” Niall rolled his eyes. Harry could tell Niall was only joking. He wouldn't do that to his friend… hopefully not.

“Hey,” Harry dragged out. “Don't you dare.” Just like any other day, she walked into the shop at the same time as before. He quickly shooed Niall away as he laughed, and Harry grabbed the blueberry muffin and mocha and made his way to her. This would be the day he would finally give her the order.

“Hi, blueberry muffin and mocha?” Harry asked her even though he already knew the answer. She looked as pretty as ever, and his crush was only growing.

“Oh, yes,” her voice was sweet and light. That made Harry wonder even more what she would be like if he got to know her.

“Your name?” he asked. To be honest, he didn't even need her name. Her order was sitting on the side counter. All he had to do was pick it up and hand it to her. But he wanted to know for the sake of not feeling weird of having a middle school crush on her and not knowing her name.

“Y/N,” she said while digging something out from her purse. Y/N. A name as soft and beautiful as the person shown outside. He found himself staring at her, and as soon as she looked up, they locked eyes. Now it felt like eternity for Harry, but it was only a few seconds that they held their stare. Y/N broke it by offering him a smile, only for him to swoon all over it mentally.

“Alright, your total will be $6.30.” She quickly paid, said thanks, and left. A short conversation but a worthy one nonetheless. He finally got to know her name after two weeks of crushing on her. Niall came up to Harry and stood behind him, trying to find where Harry was staring off to.

“Oh lord. Now what happened?” Niall asked.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed out. “That's her name.”

“Oh wow, you know her name now. Good for you,” Niall said. Harry just rolled his eyes and continued to work, with Y/N in his mind for the rest of the day.

It had been a few weeks since Y/N had told Harry her name… and their “relationship” had gotten better. When she came into the shop everyday, she always waved to him on her way in or out.

And he smiled and waved back.

In those few weeks, that crush had developed into something more, since he got to see her everyday. He wanted to be able to hang out with her, take her on dates, and just talk to her about life. But he didn't want her to think that he was creepy or a stalker- definitely not a stalker.

It was around 7 in the evening, and Y/N was seated in a dimly lit corner booth with someone. ‘Why was she here so late?’ he thought. The guy she was with was wearing a white knit sweater and glasses, and his black hair was styled in a quiff. He was talking to Y/N but she was looking around the shop. The guy was quite engrossed in his story- Harry could tell by the way he was moving his hands… he was also the only person talking.

Y/N was sipping her coffee and nodding her head every once in a while, but Harry could tell she wasn't really paying attention. She set her coffee down on the table and fiddled with her rings. Meanwhile, the guy moved closer to her while she moved farther away. She was already at the very edge of the seat.

Suddenly the guy's phone rang. He walked out of the booth, immediately picked up the phone, and started talking.

“Yes, mum. I’ll be there,” he replied to the phone. He quickly said something to her and walked through the door of the shop. Y/N sighed and made her way to the counter to pay for whatever the guy and she ordered.

“You ok?” Harry asked. She looked tired and ready to go home. “Looks like he just walked out on you.”

“Oh yeah, he's a treat,” she said sarcastically. “Apparently his mother called him. Good thing he left because I couldn't stand a minute more of him. ” Both of them shared a laugh, but then Harry asked the question that was on his mind the entire night.

“So is he your…” He didn't want to finish that so he wouldn't be assuming anything. The last thing he wanted to do was offend Y/N.

“Oh no, he was just a guy I met off of an online dating site. Not really sure how I matched up with him though, all he talked about was the movie series that he's obsessed with.”

“Sounds pretty boring to me. ”

“Trust me, that's an understatement. Even if I were to get with him… I’d just rather not.”

“So then? Who would you like?” Harry wondered. He’d wanted to know for a long time. He was hoping for something along the lines of him, but he knew that was a long shot. He always kept hoping for something that was out of reach for him. He had a tendency to do that.

“I don't know, maybe someone nice and simple? I want our relationship to be a two way street, and not like how this so-called ‘date’ went. Again, I’m not really sure how I got set up with him,” she rolled her eyes. Harry noticed how she also used her hands while talking to express herself.

“I can imagine. Once I got matched with someone and when we were out, she had this guy on her arm the entire time. They even started making out in front of me while we were having coffee,” Harry shuddered at the memory. That’s one reason why he will never go on Tinder dates again.

“Oh my god,” she laughed. He could never get tired of that laugh. “That must've been so awkward. Third-wheeling the entire time.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure that was her ex and got back with him.”

Y/N gasped at the fact, “Seriously?” Harry nodded his head while she raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “Oh wow. People are so extraordinary.”

Y/N was a living example of that. Harry could listen to her all the time and still kiss the ground she walked on. Only having known her for not a long time, he couldn't wait to get to know more about her.

Changing the topic of dating, she asked, “Wanna go somewhere to drink? It’s a Friday.” She looked at him with hopeful eyes, and he knew that she wanted a distraction from her shitty night. Drinking isn’t all that fun alone. So he had no other option to agree. He had no right to decline an offer from Y/N herself.

It was around midnight, and the two of them had had one too many glasses of alcohol to drink. They were sitting in a booth in the corner of a random bar they found down the street, and the music playing on the T.V. added a livelihood to the place. They had done a couple shots. Then some lighter drinks to continue the night. Neither of them wanted this night to end.

Y/N was sipping on her pink drink that Harry didn't know the name of, and he himself settled for a beer. They were both all giggly, and the cuddly side of Y/N came out halfway through the night. Her head rested on his shoulder, and his head was on her head. She had completely let go and Harry was glad to see her like this, dating and work definitely was a hassle. He knew from experience.

Y/N had told Harry a lot of stuff about her life, from her childhood embarrassments to her graduating.

“I was jumping on the bouncy house, when my mouth got stuck on the side net. My tooth fell out! I couldn't find it, so all the people around the bouncy house started looking for it with me.”

Harry, on the contrary, had let her speak. Sure, he pitched in with a few of his stories from time to time, but he wanted her to enjoy it. He also wanted to hear her voice more.

He watched her fingers as they fiddled with her rings and how she gasped in between her stories when she remembered another. Call him smitten, but it was something Harry enjoyed and found comfort in. Had he mentioned that he could do this all day?

Suddenly Y/N sat up with attention and sat her drink down on the table. She turned her body to face him and started, “You know why I come into your coffee shop everyday?” She didn't even let him answer. “It’s to see someone… and do you know who that is? It's you! It was my first time coming into the shop when I first saw you. But then I knew that I had to see you more,” she said.

Harry was too stunned to speak. She came everyday to see him? She was spilling secrets that Harry wasn't sure she was aware of. Although, she wasn’t drunk, but also not not tipsy.

She grabbed his face in her hands and squeezed his cheeks together. “You’re so cute, Harry. Your eyes are to die for.”

“Oh- thank you. You aren't so bad yourself, Y/N.”

“So tell me… are you dating anyone? Any girlfriend? Boyfriend?” She lets her hands drop from his cheeks and back to her side.

“Not yet. But I mean, the spot’s always open if you ever wanna fill it in.” She let out a loud giggle and responded back almost immediately.

“I’ll sleep on it, get back to you tomorrow morning.” Her smile was brighter than the shining moon, and her cheeks were strawberry red. It was a sight to behold. He took out his phone and open the camera. He took a quick picture.

“What was that for?” Y/N asked.

“Just a photo to remember the beautiful person in front of me.”

“Oh please, Harry. You’re too much,” she said. She stood up and dragged them both in front of their booth.

“Dance with me,” she whispered to him.

She put her hand on his shoulders, and his on her waist. They slowly swayed in their spots to the soft music in the background, and they held eye contact for some time.

The pink neon light from the window sign was lighting up Y/N’s face, and that made her look even more adorable.

How was it possible for someone to be this gorgeous?

Y/N leaned in to rest her forehead on Harry’s and their noses softly rubbed against each other. Her lopsided smile was still quite big, and Harry had the same on his face.

It felt like eternity to him when they leaned in, and neither of them knew who did it first. Her lips were placed onto his in a matter of seconds. It was a soft and cute kiss, but it was enough for Harry. Her lips felt like heaven.

They pulled away and Y/N giggled. Harry stole another kiss, and then gave a tiny peck to her nose.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing you, darling.”

She ducked her face into his neck, where she placed another light kiss.

“Take me home, Harry. You can kiss me all you want there.”

JUST LOOK AT HIM

Harry's birthday should literally be a national holiday.

softrry ❤️

hey guys! This is my first post on here..I’ve been wanting to write for tumblr for a while but I haven’t gotten around to it til now. I’ve put together this Instagram concept so I hope you enjoy lovelies! ❤︎︎

INSTAGRAM CONCEPT

Pairing: Harry styles x fem!reader

Summary: For a few months y/n and harry have practically vanished from social media, and the public, until one day when a singular post from the two of them makes the fans freak out.

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yourinstagram baby styles on board

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Harrystyles so excited to be starting this new chapter with you x 🤰

harryfan1 I’M CRYING

ynfan3 oh my GOD!! WHATT??

Annetwist I’m over the moon for you two! I’m going to be a grandma!

yourinstagram @/Annetwist thank you Anne!

Florencepugh my bestie is having a baby!!

yourinstagram @/florencepugh ahhhh!!

ynfan2 SHES HAVING A BABY! I’m so happy for them 🥹

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Harrystyles girl dad..

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yourinstagram you’re outnumbered styles

Harrystyles @/yourinstagram but I wouldn’t change it for the world

Gemmastyles I’m going to have a niece!! I’m so happy for you both💗

yourinstagram @/gemmastyles you’re gonna be an amazing auntie gem!

Annetwist a baby girl! xx

ynfan2 HARRY IS A GIRL DAD

harryfan4 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

harryfan2 I’m still in shock

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yourinstagram bump is bumping

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Harrystyles beautiful as ever

ynfan2 her bump is so cute🥹

Harryfan5 I still can’t believe they’re going to be parents omg

ynfan1 SHES SO BEAUTIFUL

Annetwist you look gorgeous sweetheart! How’s baby styles doing?

yourinstagram @/Annetwist thank you Anne! She’s doing great, she’s definitely enjoying kicking my ribs though lol

Harryfan3 I can’t get over how pretty she is

Harrystyles @/harryfan3 I know right, me either

Harryfan3 @/harrystyles WHAT?? I could cry😭

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Harryupdates1 Harry via Instagram stories

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Harryfan2 she’s so beautiful

Harryfan4 I’m so unbelievably happy for them!!!

Harryfan1 ‘gorgeous mama’ omgg

Ynfan3 he’s so happy and so am I🥹

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yourinstagram Wren Styles, 7lb 8oz. Welcome to the world honey.

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Harrystyles I am so proud of you y/n, thank you for making me a daddy.

yourinstagram @/harrystyles 🩷

Annetwist she’s perfect, @/harrystyles and @/yourinstagram..I’m so proud!

ynfan1 SHES HERE?!

harryfan3 where have you been?!

yourinstagram @/harryfan3 sorry..I was busy having a baby!!

ynfan7 OMGOMGOMG

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thanks for the love on my recent post! My requests are open, if anyone has anything they’d like to see let me know!

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

pairing: Harry styles x fem!author!reader

summary: Harry and y/n l/n are spotted walking together around London and people are speculating that they’re dating!

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yourinstagram coffee dates ☕️🫶

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harryfan2 is this the woman Harry was seen walking around London with???

ynfan1 WHO took this picture miss y/n?!

yourinstagram @/ynfan1 🙈🙈

Harrystyles ☕️☕️

harryfan4 @/harrystyles HARRY?? What’re you doing here!!

Miacollins I wonder who took the picture 🤔🤔

yourinstagram @/miacollins yes, mia, I wonder

harryfan2 Harry liked!!??

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hsdaily Harry and y/n seemingly on a date today in London!

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Harryfan2 are they dating?

ynfan1 they’d be so cute together!

harryfan4 A DATE??

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yourinstagram 🍓🍓

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Harrystyles tastes like strawberries

yourinstagram @/harrystyles Harry!!

harryfan8 @/harrystyles EXCUSE ME?

Gemmastyles you better save me some of them.

ynfan7 they look so good

harryfan2 did y’all see Harry’s story?!

ynfan1 HARRY AND GEMMA LIKED? They’re definitely together

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Harryflorals harry via Instagram stories!

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ynfan3 oh my god, did you see y/ns post?

harryfan1 THEY WENT STRAWBERRY PICKING TOGETHER AWW

harryfan8 I love them together

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Harrystyles Love on tour. London IV. June, 2023.

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yourinstagram looking good Mr Styles

Harrystyles @/yourinstagram thank you, Miss l/n

ynfan8 their comments are everything

harryfan1 they’re definitely together, they have to be!!

harryfan3 y/n is so lucky

yourinstagram so proud

ynfan7 @/yourinstagram THATS SO CUTE

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yourinstagram A rise of dawn, book three of the midnights best series, is coming to you all very very soon.

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Harrystyles so proud of you my love

yourinstagram @/harrystyles I love you🤍

Ynfan2 OH MY GOD WHAT?

Harryfan6 ‘I LOVE YOU’ WHAT

Harryfan4 I knew it!!

Ynfan1 they’re dating!!

Gemmastyles y/n I can’t wait for this book, you left me on a cliffhanger

Hi! First of I wanted to say I loved your social media blurbs! If you can could you do a social media blurb or a one shot of y/n at Harry’s finale show with Gemma and Anne and you get engaged at the end :)

Notes: Heyy, thank you so much! Of course I can, I wasn’t too sure if you wanted the engagement to be publicised or in private so I did private. Also I apologise for posting this so late! And, don’t forget my requests are open so if anyone wants something wrote, send one!

Thanks for the request! ❤︎︎

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Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summary: It’s the final show and Harry has been extremely nervous for this particular night, but not for the reason you think.

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It’s the final show, and you’re stood here with Anne’s and Gemmas arms wrapped around you as Harry plays his piano Ballard . Your eyes a filled with adoration, tears threatening to fall. It gives you a moment to reminisce on the most special moments you’ve shared together. The best moments.

June 2009, the revelation

“Harry!” You squeal out, running towards his open arms. Them wrapping around your waist, lifting you into the air with a spin. He places you down gently with a soft smile.

“How’ve you been doin’?” He asks, you smile brightly.

“I’ve been great! I’m glad you’re back though, I got lonely.” You let out a nervous laugh, he laughs along with you—making you feel slightly less nervous. “How was the trip? Did you see any cool sights?” You ramble, he gestures you to slow down and your cheeks heat up.

“I saw loads! It was awesome.” He beams, before his face becomes serious. “I’ll tell you all ‘bout it, but I want to speak to you about somethin’ yeah?” Your brows furrow and you give him a look of confusion, you lead him to your room where it’s more private.

“Soo..what’s up?” You sit crossed legged on the bed, him eventually joining you with a shaky breath.

“I need to tell ‘ye something but I don’t want you to freak out,” Harry explains, eyes avoiding you until you softly grab his hand with a reassuring look.

“I promise I won’t freak out, you can tell me anything.” Your voice is soft, calming and gives Harry a familiar feeling once he hears it. He’s nods, exhaling loudly before looking you in the eyes with a nervous look.

“I like..you. I have for a few years, y/n, I’ve liked you for so long. I mean, what’s not to like? You’re smart, pretty, funny and your personality..if I start now I don’t think I’ll ever stop.” He breathes out, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to say that you like me back..I mean how could yo-“

You cut him off with a small peck on his lips, pulling away and both of your cheeks are bright red. “I like you too Harry, a lot.” You giggle, he lets out a sigh of relief and leans in to place another kiss on your lips.

“I don’t want this t’a sound too cliché but do you wanna..I dunno, go out with me?” He speaks, looking at you hopefully with his dough eyes that you could just stare at all day. You nod, smiling widely which is immediately mirrored on his face.

“How could I ever say no to that question?”

July 2014, the promise

“Okay..you’re worrying me. What’s going on?” You ask with a light laugh, though a frown settles on your features. Harry is currently dragging you by the hand down a dimly lit path to the ‘beach’ near your house. You reach the end where he sighs, dropping your hand as you feel the now cold feeling in your hand. “You okay baby?”

“I love you, so much y/n. I always have and I want you to have something to show you that I promise to always love you. That I promise no matter what, I’ll always love you and be by your side.” Harry says, tone full of love and honesty making your heart flutter. Butterfly’s fill your stomach as he pulls out a small box.

He chuckles lightly, “don’t worry, I’m not proposing just yet but this is a promise that one day I will.” Your heart warms, smiling at him softly before letting out a small gasp when he opens the box to reveal a gold, flower engraved ring.

“Oh..Harry it’s beautiful.” You gasp out, looking at him with wide eyes.

“It’s a promise ring, I promise everything to you y/n. I’ll never leave your side, not once.” He takes it out and holds it at your finger, giving you a look which you understand in a second. You nod quickly, smiling widely as he places it on your hand and squealing as you jump into his arms.

“I love you, so much.” You whisper whole-heartedly.

August 2021, the surprise

“Oh! Harry where are we going?” You giggle out, following him inside one of your houses together. It’s dark, the dim light reflection from the moon settles in the living room—you gasp out when you see a box full of animal toys and a few other accessories. “What..what is this?”

He gives you a lazy smirk, walking to the side for a moment to grab a cardboard box. You furrow your brows trying to take a peak at the box but he laughs a hides it away, until you hear a small sound emit from the box.

“Harry..you didn’t,” you gasp out in shock, awe and just a mix of many different feelings.

He nods, placing the box down in the wooden floor and he’s about to open it but a small paw peaks out—followed by a quiet ‘meow’ as a little kitten struggles to climb out of the box. “Surprise lovie.”

You let out a breath, getting down onto your knees and opening the lid and immediately tearing up at the sight of the animal. “Oh my god! You’re so precious..hi sweetheart!” You say softly, taking the kitten out. “Is it a girl?” He nods and you smile widely, cooing as she leans into your touch.

You stand up after placing her down, watching as she waddles around the new area with a curious sniff. You smile at Harry lovingly, his arms coming to wraps themselves around your shoulders—love and adoration shared within the room. He kisses you softly, smiling into it. “Do ‘ye like her?” He asks with his soft eyes.

“I love her..just as I love you.” Your hand caresses your boyfriends cheek and he smiles widely.

“I love you too y/n.”

Present time

You’re so caught up in your own thoughts you haven’t realised the shows over, until a security guards hand is guiding you backstage where Harry is waiting patiently for all of you.

“Oh..he did so well, I’m so proud of him.” Anne says, still in shock with tears rolling down her cheeks. You smile at her softly, stroking her hand as Gemma holds one of your own.

“We all are,” Gemma says wholeheartedly, eyes also glistening. You look forward with awaiting eyes when the three of you stand together backstage. Harry emits slowly, his face still damp with tears from one of the greatest moments of his life, but he still looks nervous?

Anne let’s out a sob-laugh before jogging into his open arms, he kisses his face repeatedly as he laughs lightly. “Oh my boy I’m so, so proud of you!” He’s out of his outfit now, dressed slightly more fancy in black slacks and a white button up; the top few buttons undone to reveal his chest.

Why hasn’t he changed into his regular comfy clothes?

“Thanks mum.” He breathes out in the midst of her tight hold, Gemma soon joins the hug and you grin at the family. His eyes meet yours over their shoulders and they tell you everything you need to know, they pull themselves away so you’re able to run into his arms with a happy sigh. “Hi lovie.”

“Hi baby, you did so well out there—I’m so proud of you.” You whisper into his neck, pulling away so you’re able to angle your neck just right to give him a small kiss.

“Thank you..will you take a walk with me?” He asks, a shaky breath following his words, which makes you frown with concern. You nod, stealing a glance at his family and friends who all have a knowing look on their face.

After walking for at least twenty minutes, security with you for the most part as they have only just finished the show, you reach a small secluded path that’s lit up with multiple candles and fairy lights. The hue of the sunset is hitting his face perfectly, making him look like an Angel in disguise.

You giggle softly, Harry’s arm tightening on you when you almost trip over, “Harry, where are we going?” Though he doesn’t answer, you gasp out-loud when you reach the end. Flower petals lining the floor, a few pictures of you both from all the moments you’ve had together decorating the railing. “Oh..this is, Harry what is this?”

You then turn around expecting him to be stood there where he was but you get a whole different view. He’s kneeling..on one knee.

Your hands come up to cup your mouth in shock, unable to say anything when he reaches into his back pocket and pulling out a small black, velvet box.

“Y/n L/n..I love you so much I can’t put it into words, if I even just began to talk about how much you mean to me and what makes you, you..then we’d be here forever,” he speaks with a shaky breath and looks down quickly with a light laugh before looking back up to you—his eyes glistening along with yours.

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you, I don’t think I’d be able to survive without you,” he pauses for a moment, anxiety still clear in his movements, “will..will you marry me?”

You suck in a deep breath, tears falling as you stutter out words. Looking into his hopeful eyes full of love you nod slowly, humming, “yes, yes of course I will!” A breathy laugh, tears and a small squeal coming from you when he gently slides the ring onto your finger. You jump into his arms, both of you whispering small affirmations to each other.

“Y/n Styles..has a ring to it right?” He says breathily after placing you back onto your feet, a lazy grin on his lips. You nod, kissing him deeply which he quickly responds to. “I love ‘ye, so much.”

“I love you too, Mr styles.”

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HARRY’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Y/N is supposed to name Harry’s character Jack, but in the middle of the heated moment, she says the wrong name.

! | Y/N replaces florence in this one shot, so basically she plays alice, friends to lovers!!!, making out, fluff <3, smut, fem!oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex.

W/N: I haven’t written smut in years, so be nice :).

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By the time Olivia yelled “Action!”, Y/N seems to have forgotten that there were dozens of cameras and hundreds of eyes on them.

She stared into Harry’s eyes, noticing how his gentle green orbs now had that wild sparkle when playing Jack, but she only focused on the color, and how his hands caressed her hips covered by a dress of the time.

She watched his full lips move, saying his script, but she was only thinking about how lucky she was to work with someone as good, gentleman, and unique as Harry.

From day one, they were tied at the hip, trying to get along as best as possible for all their scenes, and transferring their affection to real life, forging a friendship.

And maybe she was a little bit in love with him.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today.” The deep voice and the sculpted face in front of her face brought her (kinda) to reality. “I was at work just thinking of coming home to you, darling.”

His eyes penetrated hers, and she even felt like they pierced her soul, as if he really felt the words that came out of his mouth in an american accent.

He did.

“And now I’m finally here.” He continued, not realizing how distracted his co-star was.

And then his lips crashed against hers.

It wasn’t the first scene where they kissed, but it felt more intimate, perhaps because Y/N’s mind was not where it should have been, or perhaps because of the hand sliding down her thigh.

Harry pretended to stimulate her with his fingers as he brushed his mouth against hers, also forgetting the cameras on them.

But then, something almost inaudible that if it hadn’t been for the closeness they shared he wouldn’t have heard escaped from the girl’s mouth.

“Harry.”

The named stopped abruptly in his actions, swallowing hard as he felt a fever run through him from head to toe, ashamed of how his body reacted to hearing the moan of who he considered his friend.

No one seemed to notice what was happening between the two of them, so he regained his composure and leaned down with a firm hand on her thigh to whisper in her ear.

“Wrong script, love.”

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So soo beautiful and adorable💕💕!!! This is literally me crying because I love him sm 🥺

CRYING IN LOVE

HARRY'S MASTERLIST

Summary: You love Harry so much that you burst into tears, and the cause of it is there to comfort you.

W/N: this is shit and the fastest thing i wrote after seeing harry's photos in italy and crying for how much i love him.

! | italy!harry, soft, soft and more soft, crying, just two people in love of each other, shitty ending.

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Italy, you're so perfect.

With your perfect views, your climate and just the calm romantic air that you have, you're perfect.

But right now, Y/N thinks that the real perfection is by her side, on a balcony in Venice, playing with his hands like they have rings, but they don't, because it's late at night and he just wants to relax after the last day of filming.

Harry Styles.

With that name you cannot expect less, and you know that when someone with that name appears, they're ready to be the light in every room they walk in.

His hair is growing long enough that the curls she loves to caress so much are beginning to form, and his white shirt is open, showing the tattoos she often kisses. She also notices some little rolls on his tummy that she also loves to caress, telling him that it's the most beautiful body she has ever seen.

Because it's the truth, because Harry may not be perfect, but for her eyes, he is in every sense of the word.

He is physically perfect, because from the tips of his feet to the strands of his hair he's beautiful.

Because he has legs that she loves to use as a seat or as a pillow, they seem made so that only her body remains like a piece of a puzzle.

Because he has a torso and chest that she loves to kiss, scratch, and lay her head there, only to hear the sweet melody of a song composed solely of Harry's racing heartbeat, only for her.

And she knows that's the best song in the world, but she's selfish because she wants it for her ears only.

His arms are perfect for holding and hugging her, taking her away from the outside world.

His neck is perfect for her to hide her face there and left kisses that make him let out those sounds that she loves so much, like his jaw, so marked and with that sweet spot that she loves to bite.

And her favorite part might be his face.

His attentive green eyes, which look at her intently every time she opens her mouth to speak, under those two eyebrows that she loves to caress when Harry is frustrated or angry. His nose, which wrinkles and moves when he speaks, something he hates and she loves. And his lips, so pink and soft that she swears is the best her mouth could ever taste.

But Y/N is sure that what is outside is nothing compared to what is inside.

If she had to talk about how perfect Harry is on the inside, then she'd be on that balcony in Italy for years (which she wouldn't mind).

She would like to continue with this, but when the owner of her thoughts and heart speaks to her, she leaves her little world where everything has his face and name.

"Lovie, you're okay?" He gently caresses her knee, and he looks at her worriedly.

"Yeah, why?" Y/N answers, fixing her eyes with those green ones that now shine in the moonlight and the street lamps.

"You're crying."

And when she reaches out to touch her face and notices the waterfalls coming down non-stop, she understands.

"Oh."

"Yes, angel. Why are yeh crying, hm?" He asks her, leaving kisses on her wet cheeks, holding her in his warm arms just how he knows. "Something happened?"

"I- I..." She begins, feeling the itch in her nose.

But she can't complete the sentence, because the sobs coming from her throat are heartbreaking, and she feels almost ashamed.

"Oh, baby." Harry pulls her into her lap, hugging her so that she rests her head on his chest, clinging tightly to his shirt. "Shh, it's alright."

"I- I'm crying b- because i love you." Y/N answers, stuttering from crying, and the chestnut's grip intensifies. "I love you so much it hurts."

"Hey, look at me." He whispers, calm next to the gasps and sobs that escape her mouth. "I also love you so much that it hurts, my love, I've cried a million times thinking just how fucking lucky i am to have you."

"It's not fair." She says, and he laughs in love.

"What's not fair, bub?" He asks, stroking her legs with his thumbs, thinking about how soft her skin is.

"It's not fair that you're so perfect. God, Harry, you're so good, sweet, loving, and everything. I love you, I love you so much." She cries again, wrinkling her face in a way that she is sure must look horrible, but to him she's still the most beautiful woman in the entire world.

"You're perfect too, you're everything I've ever wanted and everything I'll ever want, I promise you that one day I will put a ring on your finger and we will have copies of us running around the house." Harry answers, sniffing at the same time his eyes start to cloud over. "Stop crying, you're making me cry."

"I'm sorry." She laughs, but the tears keep falling. "I'd drop everything for you, Harry."

"And I would do it for you, angel. I would leave the music, the fame and everything that was once my dream only if yeh asked me to, cause you are my true dream."

"You know I would never do that, seeing you happy doing what you love makes me happy."

"I know, and I love you for it."

Now, both of them are crying of happiness, thinking about how they were so lucky to have each other. Maybe they're soulmates, maybe they have red invisible strings on one of their fingers, or maybe it was just fate.

They don't know what brought them together, but they do know that it was the best thing that could happen to both of them.

They're so perfect.

Soo cute , I loved it 💗💗💗!! Ngl whenever I watch these interviews I always imagine wanting to be Harry , Louis or Taylor’s bff and do it with them lol

Harry Styles and (y/n) (l/n) take the friendship test

Summary - (y/n) and Harry take Glamour's friendship test

Word count - 1.9k

Warnings - none

A/n - I've had this little thought in mind that this could become some kind of series, like Harry and his best friend who is a fashion designer. I don't know if anyone would read it but if you would be interested, please let me know. I am also planning to write bloopers for the friendship test so also let me know if that is something you guys would like to read. Enjoy this one, reblog, and like, it extremely helps.

I would also love to thank you guys for 500 followers!!!! You guys are absolutely crazy and it makes me so happy that so many people like my writing. So yeah, thanks, I appreciate it so very much.

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"Are we ready?"

"Yeah, let's do this,"

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"Hi, I am (y/n) (l/n)," Harry giggled.

"And I am Harry Styles," she mocked his deep and slow voice.

"And this is Glamour's friendship test," they both recited and high-fived when they got it on the first try.

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"The first exercise is 'compliments'," She said and Harry nodded.

"Could we get some papers perhaps? I need some time to think because I can't compliment this one even if my life depended on it," (y/n) joked as she pointed at Harry.

"Okay, I've got something, let me start" He straightened up his posture and looked her in eyes when he finished writing his compliments.

"(y/n), my bestest friend," he joked. She rolled her eyes at him as he put on a serious face and continued.

"Your sense of humor is unmatchable, no one makes me laugh as much as you do," He smiled at her.

"Umm, thanks that's nice," (y/n) laughed awkwardly and looked down at her flash cards.

"Harry,"

"Yes,"

"You are one of the most talented people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing," she smiled up at him and continued.

"I feel like you are good at everything. Singing, writing lyrics, poems, cooking, baking, you are good at everything," she breathed out the rest of the sentence and he grinned down at her.

"You are too sweet, lovie," he whispered out as he took her empty hand into his and squeezed it.

"I still have 2 more, what about you?" He asked

"Yeah, same," (y/n) shifted her weight from one leg to another and waited as Harry read through his remaining cards and picked which one he wanted to say next.

"Okay, (y/n), you have a very comforting presence, the best naps I've ever taken were the ones I've slept on you. Or I don't know, maybe you are just super boring," Harry said and acted nonchalantly.

"Oh God," she said as she looked up to the ceiling, trying to ward off the tears that gathered up in her eyes.

"I didn't think it would come this soon," she sniffled.

Harry snickered as he pulled her into his side.

"You okay?"

she nodded as she looked down at the flashcards in her hands.

"What I admire about you, is how of a good person you are. You are always so nice to everyone you work with. You always make time for your friends and family, even when you have work and don't have any time for yourself," she waved the flashcard in the air before she dropped it to the ground. Harry squeezed her shoulders in comfort.

"Thank you, that's really sweet," he looked (y/n) into her eyes and smiled.

"That's all you, I just pointed that out," she dug her finger into his side and he jumped up slightly. She laughed at his reaction as she picked up the dropped card.

"Okay, the last one," Harry announced and looked down at his card.

"(y/n), you are also a very good person, you make everyone feel welcome and invited whenever we are. You are sweet to everyone, even when you are not that fond of them. Which I find very admirable," he finished reading off the card, and the corners of his mouth raised into a soft and gentle smile.

"That's so nice, I'm happy you see me like that. It's very comforting to know that considering I don't see myself like that all the time. Which brings me to my last point." (y/n) smiled at the smooth transition into the last compliment on your flash card

"Harry, you see good in everyone, even if they don't see it in themselves." She read off of the flash card and nodded her head as she finished up.

"Aww, my love, come here, let me hug you," he pulled her in and rested his head on her shoulder.

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"The next exercise we are doing is looking into each other's eyes for two minutes," Harry explained the next exercise to the camera and she nodded in agreement.

"So we just stand face to face and stare, right?" Harry clarified as he turned to face her.

"Yeah, can we start the timer?" Sounded from behind the camera

"Yes," They said at the same time.

"Okay, it's on," the director called out and the room went quiet.

For the first 20 seconds, They were both quiet. They stared into each other's eyes, seemingly having a silent conversation with just their gazes.

Around the 25-second mark, Harry took her hands in his and let them dangle in the space in between their bodies.

"This is weird, I've never looked into your eyes for such a long time with just the intention of looking into your eyes," She mumbled out around the 35 seconds mark.

"Yeah, but it's kind of nice," Harry mumbled out and pulled her in even closer, their chests almost touching as they stared into each other's eyes.

At the 50 seconds mark, her eyes started to wander. Not a lot, just on the skin around his eyes and forehead.

"Heyyy," Harry whispered out harshly.

"Look in my eyes, that's why we are here," He joked.

"Sorry, you have little wrinkles around your eyes, they are very cute," she stroked the skin in the corner of his eyes and he 'tsked' in disagreement.

"Don't be rude lovie," he pinched her hip and she squealed in surprise.

"50 seconds left," the director called out.

Both of them went quiet again.

"10 seconds,"

"You have really pretty eyes, did you know that?" Harry asked.

"I guess they are fine, your eyes on the other hand? Very beautiful," She replied with a teasing tone.

"Okay guys, done,"

They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments more, before they looked away and stepped back, making the distance between them larger.

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"Next exercise, the trust falls," Harry called out as he mimicked falling.

"Oh no, the trauma," (y/n) threw her head back dramatically as she put her palm on her forehead.

"Don't be dramatic nothing happened," Harry rolled his eyes as she giggled at his reaction.

Everyone in the room realized that the of them was going to say anything about what they were talking about.

"I am going first," Harry announced and stood in front of her.

"Are you sure you're not scared that I am going to get my revenge?" (y/n) joked and Harry shook his head.

"I wouldn't blame you, I kind of deserve it," he shrugged.

"Okay enough, fall for me,"

"Alright, alright," he chuckled as he turned back around and got ready to fall.

He slowly fell backward. She got ready to catch him and push him back to a standing position. His back slowly neared her palms and she visibly braced herself. As the material of his shirt touched the skin of her palms, she pushed against him and watched him come back to the position he started in.

"Yay," she called out as he safely stood on his feet. He laughed at her reaction and rubbed her shoulder.

"You did great love," he smiled.

"Now me," (y/n) stood in front of him, ready to fall backward.

"Okay, this time, I am ready, let's hope you won't hurt yourself," he joked.

"Stop talking and catch me," She called back as she fell backward.

She fell backward for a few moments before Harry's arms wrapped under her arms and caught her. Her head rested against him, almost at his lower stomach. He gently pulled her back up into a standing position.

"We did it," She smiled.

"Trauma healed, injuries avoided and my reputation restored," Harry puffed his chest out and she laughed at him.

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"The next exercise, painting, we are going to paint each other, we have 20 minutes to complete our masterpieces," Harry explained to the camera.

They worked in silence for about a minute, before Harry spoke up.

"When you said I am talented at everything, I know you didn't mean painting because this looks horrendous," Harry huffed out as he tried to fix his mistake.

"No I didn't," (y/n) laughed out.

"You are pretty terrible at painting," She mumbled out as she stuck her tongue in concentration.

"Yours is going to be so good I can already see it, you with your artist genes and fashion designer hands" he grumbled as he looked at his painting.

"Stop whining and paint," she jokingly snapped and he pouted.

"I don't want you to see my painting, you are going to laugh," he grumbled as he looked at her and he swiped the brush over the canvas.

"Stop, don't put yourself down, it's like if I said, oh I don't want to sing around you, you'll laugh," she tried to encourage him and he thought about it for a while.

"But I like your singing,"

"Yes, but it's atrocious, I'm sure I'll love it, even if it's not that good," she grinned at him and he smiled back.

For the rest of the remaining minutes, they continued to work in silence, only mumbling a curse every so often. When the twenty minutes ended the sound of an alarm sounded through the room and they put the brushes down.

"You ready love?" (y/n) asked and Harry nodded. She carefully took her canvas and stood in front of the camera, brushing shoulders with Harry.

"Who's going first?" The cameraman asked, wanting to know which picture to zoom on in.

"I'm not going first," Harry stood his ground and she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I'll go," she called out and turned her canvas around so it faced the camera.

"This is my Harry, this is how I see him," she gently described her painting.

Harry looked down and his mouth opened up slightly. It was a painting of him sitting on a picnic blanket on a flower field. It was a rough painting, she had only 20 minutes after all, but it was beautiful. He had to admit it he looked beautiful, angelic almost.

"You made me look so good," he breathed out in awe.

"That's all you, I just pained what I see when I look at you," she winked at him jokingly.

"I have to go now I guess," Harry sighed out and squeezed the canvas nervously.

"Whatever you painted, I'm sure it looks wonderful," she placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to make his nerves disappear just a tiny bit.

Harry turned his canvas and made it face the camera, just as she did just a few minutes prior.

"I painted (y/n) like this," He mumbled out.

(y/n) took a look at the canvas. It didn't look like her. It was a stick figure with vaguely the same outfit she had on today. The stick figure had the same hairstyle, makeup, and accessories as her, which only added to the similarity. The whole figure was encased in a big red heart, making it look like a toddler's drawing.

"Aww, Harry, it looks so cute, I love it," she cooed, as she admired the painting.

"It's so ugly," he fake cried and she shook her head.

"Nooo," she drawled out.

"It looks very good, considering you can't paint," she placed her head on his shoulder.

"I think we did pretty good," she smiled as you admired the paintings by side.

"Yeah, we did,"

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"Thanks for inviting us Glamour, it was a lot of fun," (y/n) smiled into the camera.

"Did you learn anything about each other, at least something?" someone called out from behind the camera.

The pair looked at each other and grinned before they shook their heads.

"No, sorry, I know everything about this one," She poked Harry's cheek and he giggled at the action.

"So yeah, this was (y/n) (l/n)," Harry said.

"And Harry Styles," She smiled.

"See you sometime later," They blew kisses into the camera and the video ended.

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a/n - so, I'm back from the dead. I had a bit of a writing block and I had a very busy few months. I went to Harry's concert in Manchester so yay, I had like school stuff but I want to get back to writing now that it's summer so look out.

That's hiiim,

So yeah, look out, I have some new stuff planned out, I just need to get back into writing.

Take care <3

This is truly a masterpiece!! You’ve written it so well that it felt like a movie going on in my head while I was reading . I’m in love with this fic💗💗💗

in which you’re harry’s assistant and harry needs to open his eyes.

a/n: ASSISANT!YN has finally arrived! this took me three weeks and a half to write, so please enjoy and kindly rb with feedback! i’ve had this concept in mind for SO long, and i’m proud of it! this is also inspired by my love for the barcelona pic, pictured on the left, that I think about on the daily along with some thoughts in a dressing room! also picture on the right at the final show is an aspect in the story as well!

also big thank you to my bestie @stylesloveclub for screaming and hyping this up for me while I rave about it, ily!

enjoy a long slowburn of 26.3k words of a friends to lovers fic that’s filled with angst and some smut! genuinely be ready for the angst hehe

COME INTO MY INBOX AND LETS TALKING ABOUT WANT YOU HERE! i’d love to know your thoughts and feedback!

pls rb to share! <3

16 December 2017

The smell of fresh flowers brought allergies to your senses as you shuffled and continuously rubbed your nose with a tissue. 

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LOVE THIS !! 🤍

Hey, Hope you doing well! I am a big fan of Since Forever Series and I was just thinking if you could do like an one shot/Insta concept/ blurb about the recent Olivia/Harry/Florence drama. Like one of your works showed YN confronting Olivia, so like this can be like a reaction to the news or maybe the rumors or new involve YN, and she is just pissed. I know its very vague but I just wanted to see how YN would react to all the drama specially now that she is pregnant. Also Thank You for SF IL It!

hi love!!!! thank you for reading it! i don't like this but i hope this is what you expected for and i'd love to know your thoughts so please send me your feedback ♡ ( harry's masterlist ; since forever )

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dontworrydarling: Not everyone gets this opportunity...

Don't Worry Darling. Only in theaters September 23.

harryfan1: OMG IT'S SO HQ 😭😭😭

harryfan2: OH TO BE FLORENCE.

harryfan3: @/harryfan2 oh to be HARRY.

oliviawilde: 😎😎😎😎😎🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

annetwist: ❤️

gemmastyles: Hey, I know that guy.

yourinstagram: I CAN'T WAIT.

yourinstagram: SO FUCKING PROUD.

yourinstagram: ALICE CHAMBERS SUPREMACY.

harryfan4: @/yourinstagram PLEASE SHE'S SO ACCURATE.

harryfan5: @/yourinstagram girl, we've heard the news.

harryfan6: @/yourinstagram @/harryfan5 what news?

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deuxmoi: 👀

harryfan1: i mean...

harryfan2: sorry but i don't buy it.

harryfan3: Nah.

harryfan4: but what if it is true?

harryfan5: @/harryfan4 there's no way, yn hates olivia and loves florence, how can you think that?

random1: She does seems like the jealous type.

random2: I've always knew that his wife was like this.

random3: Olivia and Y/N? kinda expected it.

*read more idiotic comments*

yourinstagram's stories:

florencepugh's stories:

LOVE THESE TWO 🤍

So sf!yn is a photographer right? What is she posted something in like late 2020 where the caption was “stubbed my toe and broke my camera all within an hour. How has your day been?” And people connect it to late night talking and the fans are all soft

okayyyy, let's do it! i love doing instagram concepts and i hope you guys love reading them <3 this is for you guys to hold out until the older!harry blurb !!! also i know the finger on the photo is broken but let's not think about it ( harry's masterlist ; since forever universe )

2020:

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yourinstagram: stubbed my toe and broke my camera all within an hour, how's your day going? :)

louist91: Better than yours for sure.

yourinstagram: @/louist91 fuck you william.

harryfan1: BESTIE ARE YOU OKAY

yourinstagram: @/harryfan1 i am!!! your fav is taking care of me.

harryfan2: Y/N 😭😭😭😭😭😭

harryfan3: lmao she's so dumb...

annetwist: So that's why Har called me almost crying? 😂

harryfan4: @/annetwist eeEMMM HELLO ?????

harryfan5: WE NEED TO KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED.

yourinstagram: @/harryfan5 we were doing a casual quarantine photoshoot with harry cause we were bored and it occurred to me that having a shot from the roof was a good idea... until i landed on my camera, and my toe didn't land very well either 💀

harrystyles: The photo is phenomenal though.

2022:

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hsupdates: Lyrics from "Late Night Talking" the song Harry just performed at Coachella!

harryfan1: A BOP

harryfan2: IT'S SO GOOD.

harryfan3: srry but Boyfriends supremacy !

harryfan4: WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THAT POST Y/N MADE SAYING THAT SHE STUBBED HIS TOE AND BROKE HER CAMERA BACK IN 2020?????

harryfan5: @/harryfan4 WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE RIGHT

harryfan6: @/harryfan4 I'M LITERALLY SHAKING HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING THAT INVOLVES HER.

harryfan7: @/harryfan4 MY PARENTS 😖😖😖😖

harryfan8: @/harryfan4 i will never EVER get over how much harry loves his wife :(

The amount of love that I have for them !!! This was so adorable it made me just smile throughout and laugh at those funny bits 💗💗💗🥰

UMA THE DAYLIGHT MV JAMES CORDEN DID FOR HARRY SCREAM SF UNIVERSE SO LOUD LIKE OMG I COULD JUST IMAGINE THE BOTH OF THEM THROUGHOUT 😭😭

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OKAY BUT WHAT ABOUT BEING Y/N THE DIRECTOR INSTEAD OF JAMES ???? ALSO HAPPY START OF THE SINCE FOREVER WEEK!

since forever special week | masterlist 1 ; masterlist 2

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"hi, i'm y/n styles!"

"and i'm harry styles!"

"and welcome to the late late night show!" she announces. "today, we're in brooklyn to make the music video for harry's new song 'daylight' from his brand new album 'harry's house'."

she looks at him proudly and he blushes. "but, we only have three hours, and three hundred dollars to shoot it. we have no locations, costumes, extras, nothing, so let's go!"

they start walking with the cameras focused on them. harry goes behind his wife and looks down to admire how well those jeans look on her, to his bad luck, everyone notices when the video is posted.

after being rejected by a woman, they walk a few more meters down brooklyn street until they stop at an apartment building, y/n rings the bell and a woman asks who is it.

"ehm, pizza delivery!" she says, panicking.

the door opens and everyone enters, the couple at the front. "pizza, really?" harry asks, walking up the stairs with her and keeping a hand on her hip.

"they let us in, didn't they?" she answers, turning her head to the side to look into his eyes.

he looked so so so pretty it didn't make sense, there was something about harry wearing 'normal' clothes that she found so comforting and warm. plus, that shirt used to be hers, and she loved seeing him in her clothes.

they stop at an apartment and harry ludicrously hides in a corner, his wife having to suppress a laugh as she bangs on the door, and a girl opens it.

"oh my– oh my god... y/n?" she whispers in amazement, with a hand on her chest.

"hi!" she replies, smiling shyly.

and another girl appears and her eyes widen to almost scream. "y/n y/l/n???!!!!!"

"and styles now!" she adds, holding up her index finger. "how you're doing? am i bothering you?"

they all exclaimed a series of denials that made her laugh, and the couple went into the apartment with the film crew after they allowed it.

"okay, so, i'll explain what's going on before you guys want to kick us out." y/n says. "we need a place to record a video for daylight with only three thousand dollars, do you wanna help us?"

she smiled showing her teeth, and harry felt his hands tingle with the urge to cup her cheeks and place a chaste kiss on her mouth. "please say yes!" he added, clasping his hands together like a prayer.

the girls were quick to accept, and the couple began looking for items that could be of use to them.

they walked through a small hallway. "wait, lemme see this." she made a rectangle with her fingers. "okay, now walk towards me like you wanna flirt with me, sexier, yes."

"i always want to flirt with you." he answered, walking towards his wife, and they all laughed.

they split up to go through the apartment and y/n walked to the room of one of the girls, who began to rummage through her things ashamed. "this is my room, uh, so he's gonna be a lot of places in here..."

y/n giggled, reaching for her phone to snap a quick picture of harry dressed as a hogwarts student. "believe me, my house looks exactly like this but with taylor."

"sorry, i bet it's weird that so many people are obsessed with your husband." the girl said, and she put a hand on her shoulder.

"hey, there's nothing that makes me happier than more people realizing how good harry is and that he receives your unconditional love." she said, staring at her. "plus, i've seen worse, this is nothing."

they both laugh and continue their tour of the place.

the girls had a closet where they kept costumes and other things, and harry took his wife by the hand and put her in there with him. the cameras couldn't focus on them because the door was closed, but the audio was perfectly captured.

"gimme a kiss, baby." harry's suppressed voice could be heard, followed by a "mwah" that the audience knows was a kiss. "mm, another one."

"if they're hearing this i swear to god–" y/n's fake annoyed voice was heard before another kiss. "y'know, maybe we could take this costume home and..."

"ah, yeah? i'll put it in your bag without them knowing."

"i was joking you bloody weirdo!"

they leave the room and y/n smiles awkwardly at the camera. "hope that doesn't make it to the final shot."

spoiler, it did.

(...)

after asking the girls to please invite some friends over, they got to the bathroom, and the first thing y/n did was think about the bathtub. "okay, get in there."

"dirty." obediently, he sat down. "sit with me, i want yeh in the music video."

she shook her head, looking concentrated at the camera plane. "no, gotta direct the video, h."

he sighed, and yn spoke again. "i want you to imagine it's the end of the night, and... i don't know, something sad, maybe i'm not there with you."

Instantly, harry grew more serious, slipping into the role while out of the corner of his eye he watched his wife pick up a fan and point the flash of her phone at it.

"you're actually pretty good at this." he murmured, still not looking at her but hearing her laugh.

"i'm good at everything, that's why." she shrugged, and yelled. "girls, press play please!"

the song started. "alright, want you to be sexy, really sexy– remember that night at the where we are tour when you... oops, i forgot about the cameras," yn waved awkwardly at the camera next to her. "but y'know what i'm talking about."

harry looked at her with a hint of mischief in his eyes and she knew he remembered, because he started to act as she asked.

"yes, i love it! do a hair flip, c'mon!" she encouraged him. "like when you had long hair!"

(...)

"this was all yn's idea and i'm absolutely terrified, she asked me to do a hair flip, twice!" styles tells the camera, feigning outrage. "i was in a christopher nolan movie, now m'wife makes me do hair flips cause she misses my long hair that died like six years ago."

"harry? harry, i heard that!"

(...)

while some of the girls called their friends, yn and one of them were preparing the scenery.

"this is so cool, i can't believe it." yn listened, and turned to see the girl who was looking at her happily. "thank you so much, yn."

"oh, it was james idea, actually. i only take his place." she replied, looking down again to unscrew the lights.

"no, i mean... thank you for everything."

she lifts her head from the lights to look at the girl, who's staring at her with a shy smile.

"thank you for taking care of him since forever, no one knows harry styles without y/n y/l/n and we don't know if he'd be the same if you weren't here."

she feels the sudden lump in her throat that she's forced to swallow, and nods flushed. "thank you for supporting him unconditionally, really."

(...)

"okay, this shot's like classic music video hallway slowmo." she explains to her husband, now they're the only ones here except for the production people.

"so you need to play the song two times fast, and then when you slow– when you play it... it will be slow motion." harry moves his hands and half-smiles as he explains the process to her, even though she already knows everything perfectly after all these years of watching him shoot music videos.

y/n smiles teasingly. "what would that sound like?"

"it goes like... 'daylight, you got me cursing the daylight, daylight, you got me calling at all times." harry sings fast, while she snaps her fingers.

"do it higher."

he knows she does it to make fun of him, but he still listens to her because he wants to see her laugh. "daylight, you got me cursing the daylight!"

at this point she just claps her hands and he makes high-pitched noises, and she can't help but feel her heart warming when she sees and hears him, it reminds her of when they were 16.

they both look at each other in silence until they burst out laughing, clinging to the other and y/n runs a hand around his neck to pull him and give him a peck.

"mhm, y'know they're gonna make gifs and edits based on this, right?" he murmurs against her lips, squeezing her hips.

she nods and they part ways, shooting the video which results in harry impersonating an old mick jagger, and a young mick jagger.

(...)

"is it weird that you still look hot?"

"yes." she answers, coming out of a room covered in green clothes and a stick in her hand. "can we go to the roof, please?" she asks the girls, who laugh seeing her like this.

"yeah, we're not really allowed to be there but yeah!"

after going to the roof and y/n almost accidentally hitting harry with the stick, they prepare to shoot with the "super special effects" as she said.

"if i was a bluebird, i would– i can't!"

he can't stop laughing, and she lowers the stick with little blue birds hanging from it to look at him with a serious expression.

"how do y'want me to stay serious when you're completely covered in that?"

"i ask myself that everytime you go on stage, let's continue, please."

both give each other a high five for y/n's good punchline, and start shooting again.

(...)

after all the girls' friends gather in the living room and freak out to see y/n y/l/n and harry styles, she calms them down so they can continue.

"remember; he's chris, not harry!"

everyone dances to the music, and one of the girls takes y/n by the hand and pulls her to the center, making her dance while they scream for her.

harry smiles seeing her enjoying herself. "yes, that's m'wife!"

"that's a wrap everyone, thank you so much!"

this is one of the times he has enjoyed making a music video the most, and it may have something to do with her.

Stoppp this is so cuteee🥺❤️🩹

IN MY BEST DRESS, FEARLESS

— or better known as the first date blurb.

since forever special week | masterlist 1 ; masterlist 2

Summary: Harry set everything up to finally confess his feelings, though not everything goes as expected.

W/N: the special week is almost done noooo! but we finally have the first date blurb yessss! i hope you like this one and idk when harry learned to drive or from what age can you get a driver's license in england but let's ignore that and enjoy the blurb cause I HATE IT. and please please like, reblog and leave feedback <3.

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"So... did you think about what I told you?"

With a sigh, Harry just drives, glancing around the corner to make sure it's safe. "I don't know, Y/N."

She watches him from the passenger seat. "C'mon, H! it's The X Factor, you have to try it."

"Exactly, it's The X Factor and a lot of people watches that show." He answers. "Besides, I don't think I'm good enough to even get through one round."

"Hey," Y/N put a hand on his thigh, and that made him squeeze the steering wheel between his hands. "don't say that, you're amazing."

With an embarrassed blush and sweaty palms, he just huffed, looking to end the conversation. "I'll think about it."

Pleased with his answer, his best friend smiled and leaned back in the seat, relaxed. Harry was taking them to a surprise place and she was calm, they hung out all the time so there were no ulterior motives.

Though she wished there were.

"No, no, no." The first drops began to fall on the glass until it became a deluge. "Shit!"

At the same time, Y/N watched as they approached the neighborhood park. There, under a tree, was a blanket with food, completely wet.

"H..." She whispered, moved.

"It's ruined."

Harry dropped his head against the steering wheel in defeat. Everything he'd planned had gone to waste, it wasn't supposed to rain! And now Y/N was here, wearing what she claimed to be "her best dress" looking beautiful and he didn't have a second choice.

Today was going to be special, he was finally going to tell her how he felt and now he had screwed it up, all by not checking the weather service before he left.

He was a bloody idiot.

She put a hand on his back, caressing him. "We can go to the Chinese restaurant under your house, remember?"

"But we go there all the time." he murmurs. "I wanted it to be special."

She doesn't question why he's so desperate. "We can eat in the car and listen to the radio, mhm?"

Finally he looks up, his slightly red eyes making her wince. "But we do that all the time too." he says, with a pout.

"I don't mind if we do it all the time, it's you."

The words slipped out of her mouth without thought, and she feared that Harry was suspicious of her feelings for him. Perhaps one day she would dare to tell him.

He blushed and smiled, showing those dimples that made her sigh, and they both got out of the car to pick up the wet things.

"That was very sweet of you." She said, wringing out the tablecloth though the drops kept cascading down.

"Yes, but now you're getting wet and it's m'fault, I should've thought of something better."

Y/N shook her head, getting into the car at the same time he did. "Enough, it's just water, stop throwing yourself down."

He didn't say anything, just started the car and drove to the restaurant. On the way, he resists the urge to look at her, but out of the corner of his eye he can see how she doesn't take her eyes off his side profile.

She bites her lip, hoping he isn't noticing, but she can't help it. The way he runs a hand through his hair or the way he scratches his nose with his index finger... he seems so grown up, but they're anything except that.

She wonders how he'll be when he grows up, will he continue to have the same hairstyle or will it change? will he get a tattoo or something else?

She can't help but wish she was there to see and support him, growing old together was something she yearned for when she thought of him.

(...)

"Harry, stop it!" With a loud laugh, she lifts the chopsticks to her mouth, eating. "it was just one kiss!"

He smiled. "Steve was ready to marry yeh."

"Not m'type." She said under her breath.

What did she mean by that, did she like someone? maybe he shouldn't tell her how he felt, he didn't want to be rejected and lose her forever, he wouldn't know what he'd do if–

"I love this song!"

Y/N turned up the volume on the stereo and danced on the car seat, making him giggle. "Y'look pretty." He murmured, but she heard him.

"Thanks, H." With a sweet smile she replied, and felt the tickle in her stomach. "You too."

He didn't answer, too flustered to avoid the things he wanted to say if he opened his mouth. You Belong With Me was playing through the speakers, so he turned the volume up even higher, singing softly.

Y/N looked out the window, the glow on the pavement from the rain was relaxing, and they were the only ones in the parking lot. "Let's go."

"Huh?" he watched her open the door and get out of the car. "You're gonna get sick!"

He shook his head as he watched her point to him and dance, completely wetting her dress. "Standing by and waiting at your backdoor, all this time how could you not know, baby?"

Her humming makes him get out of the car, walking to her side but staying still. "C'mon, you knob!"

She took his hands and made him dance, slowly breaking down his barriers until they were both jumping and singing on the spot. Their hearts beat rapidly and they looked into each other's eyes as they sang the lyrics, not knowing they were thinking of the other.

"Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night, I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry!" Y/N yelled, looking up at the sky and feeling the drops fall on her face, feeling brave, fearless.

Harry followed her. "And I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams!"

They both looked into each other's eyes, holding hands while the rain fell on them but they didn't care, too focused as they sang the next verse.

"Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me."

The song became a background melody as they spoke the words, and she felt the need to take his face and kiss him, seeing him with wet hair and shiny eyes.

How can a person be so... ethereal?

He too was silent, admiring how her dress clung to her body from the water and how her makeup was smeared. He knew she'd probably think she looked bad right now, but to him she'd never looked so beautiful.

What would happen if he kissed her?

What would happen if she kissed him?

"Have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me?"

Y/N and Harry wasted no time launching themselves at each other, crashing their lips together in an awkward but flawless kiss that kept them going.

He moved his mouth in a way that was embarrassing, and she stroked his wet hair as she tried to keep up with him, but it was impossible when her whole body felt ecstatic.

"You belong with me." The song ended, and they both parted their mouths but brought their foreheads together.

Their first kiss.

"I..." He stuttered, caressing her cheeks. "Y/N, I–"

"Me too." she laughed, placing a small kiss on his mouth, intoxicated by the sensation of his spongy lips against hers. "I like you too, H."

They both look astonished at what just happened and laugh, kissing again in the rain.

"I like yeh so fucking much." Leaving kisses without letting her reply, he said. "Would y'like to... you know... eh– be m'girlfriend?"

She nodded, taking him by the wrists. "There's nothing I want more."

They both kissed one more time, and again, and again, until the cold was taking its toll on them so they had to go back to the car.

Now, he drives with one hand on her knee and from time to time he turns to look at her. He can't believe they feel the same, and he really wishes deep down inside of him that this would last forever.

Fidgeting with his hand and wearing a hoodie that he had in the backseat, she murmurs. "What day was it today?"

Turning to look at her, he smiles. "February 9."

This is everything!!! So so cute and lovely 💗💗💗

grammys night

not my best but i needed to post something for the grammys, congrats for the wins harry ilysm

gif credits to @chriswevans

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Adrenaline and anxiety ran through Harry's veins as he sat on his table, the night had been excellent for him so far, winning the first award they announced and delivering an outstanding performance that he was very proud of despite all.

However, you knew that his nerves were through the roof before the most important moment of the night was coming up. The Album of the Year category.

You had endless conversations with Harry about how he made an amazing album and he didn't need any awards or nominations to validate that he's a great singer and songwriter, and you were still going to be proud of him no matter what, but he still felt pressured and nervous when it came to award shows as prestigious as the Grammys.

"Baby," you quietly spoke, making him look up at you after spending minutes staring into his clammy hands on his lap, "It's going to be okay," you smiled softly grabbing his hand and caressing his knuckles, "Even if you don't win it, you still owned the night and I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," Harry simply said, and pressed his lips to the back of your hand for a moment, "For being here and for everything, really."

"Oh don't mind me, I only came with you because I knew Taylor Swift was going to be here." you joked, and the small laugh he let out made your own never cool down.

"I love you," he stared right into your eyes, as if you were the only ones in the room, "I know I've said it more times that I can count, but none of this would be possible without you."

"I love you too, baby. More than you can imagine."

And despite not being a fan of PDA, he connected your lips with his in a small kiss, a kiss you knew he needed.

"It's show time." you heard Jeff say when the lights went down again and Trevor Noah came on stage to announce the most important award of the night.

Harry's eyes were fixed on your hands holding his own on your lap, his nerves not allowing him to put his gaze anywhere else.

The fans the recording academy invited to talk about the artists nominated for album of the year stood in a line behind Trevor, and you couldn't help but smile tenderly at the old lady that adored Harry just as much as you did.

"And the Grammy goes to..." Trevor spoke into the mic, and when he opened the card and moved to stand in front of Harry's fan, you knew the award was his,

"It's you, baby!" you whisper-yelled into his ear, and he turned his head to give you a confused look.

"What do you-" and before he could even finish his sentence his name was being called out and the trumpets from Music for a Sushi Restaurant filled the place.

He covered his face and shook his head in disbelief, and you could only let small happy tears come out of your eyes.

"Baby! You did it! It's yours!" you said as he stood up in shock and wrapped his arms around you, swaying you for a moment before grabbing your face with both of his hands and placing a firm kiss to your lips, the cameras capturing the moment that you knew would make his fans go insane.

"I love you so much." he pecked your lips one final time before he got on stage with Tyler and Tom.

With his Grammy in hand, Harry stood in front of the mic, "Shit!" he begun, "I mean—shit! Man—um—I’ve been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. At a lot of different times in my life I listen to everyone in this category when I’m alone.” he took a breath, "I think on nights like tonight, it’s obviously so important for us to remember that there is no such thing as best in music. I don’t think any of us sit in the studio thinking, making decisions based on what is gonna get us one of these.”

You looked at him in complete awe, you weren't looking at a Harry Styles winning album of the year at the Grammys, you were looking at the love of your life accomplishing one of his biggest dreams.

"I would like to thank my family for always supporting me, my collaborators for creating this record with me," he paused to smile, "And I would love to thank the amazing woman who's here with me tonight, my girlfriend. Thank your being my muse and my biggest supporter, I love you."

And as if it was the first sentence you ever learned, you instantly mouthed an "I love you" back to him, unaware of the cameras catching your reactions.

"This is really, really kind. I'm so grateful. This doesn't happen to people like me very often. Thank you."

After Tyler and Tom took the mic to say their speeches, the three of them were off the stage.

"How do you feel?" he asked you as soon as he approached you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

"I'll give you a sappy speech later, right now I just really want to kiss my Grammy winner boyfriend."

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This is soo good !! I love it 💗💗

Friends to lovers Harry styles? I was thinking Harry and the reader have been best friends for years with cute traditions like coffee on certain days or book clubs. Overall they know each other inside out and spend a lot of time together. There’s some tension bc harry is very obviously in love with the reader however she’s the only one who doesn’t see it. Despite the fact she feels the same she’s scared because she doesn’t believe he could feels the same. Maybe it could get a little angsty but with a happy ending pls! Thank you!

thank you very much for the request!! anyone who knows me knows that friends to lovers is my jam, so this was very very fun to write. hope you enjoy <3 (barely proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes!)

“Well have you tried unplugging it and plugging it back in?” Harry suggests as you two sit inside the pillow fort you made, two glasses of wine sitting next to your knees and the sight of your small TV bugging out in front of you. 

You pout at your dilemma. It’s been a tradition since you two were kids to have a little quiet movie night in a cozy pillow fort. It’s not the first time your TV has been acting up recently and Harry keeps offering to buy you a new one but you always refuse. He’s too giving, that one. But god, do you admire him for it. 

“Tried that before you came, H. S’no use. Time for plan B.” you sigh at go to get up carefully to go retrieve your computer and a stool from your room.

Harry watches you with fond eyes as you go, the sparkle in his eyes that only appears when he’s looking at you evident (to everyone but you, that is). He’s almost a hundred percent sure you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, the hue of your eyes melts him, the brightness of your smile blinds him. You have the softest, most soothing aura he’s ever come across and he just wants to be with you all the time. He’s smiling like an idiot just thinking about you.

“Got the computer. What are we watching?” he jumps a little, startled out of his thoughts when you walk back into your cozy living room. He watches you intently as you calculatedly place the stool in front of the fort and the computer on top of it. He smiles fondly at you when you adjust it at least five times because “it has to be perfect” and opens his mouth to answer your question, “what are we watching?” 

You carefully sit right back down next to him and after a small beat of silence you both turn to look at each other at exactly the same time and simultaneously blurt out, “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days!” 

“Twin flame telepathy back at it again.” he pumps his fist in the air and pulls it back while you giggle. 

It doesn’t take long to set up the movie and before you know it, you’re halfway through it, cuddled up into Harry’s side with his arm snug tightly around you. You occasionally look up at him when you see something funny to see if he found it funny too, and he does the same, causing an intense bout of eye contact and laughter. 

The warm hues of your fairy lights kiss his skin in a way that makes him almost glow with warmth, the green of his eyes is so intense in this light, it almost takes your breath away. Sometimes you wish time would stop so he could be as still as he is in this moment, and you could just look at him. Just admire how truly beautiful he is. The way his eyelashes flutter when he takes in the brightness of the images forms a small knot in your stomach. You feel your mouth part and it’s only when he looks down at you that you realize your staring might feel a little weird. 

“What?” you watch his mouth form the softly spoken word. You don’t say anything so he smiles and tries again, “what?” 

“Nothing, just daydreaming.” you reply softly with a small smile. 

“Watch the movie, dude.” he scolds you playfully and you roll your eyes. 

“Sir, yes sir.” 

“So you think waffles are better than pancakes?” Harry asks one of your mutual friends, Jess incredulously. Jess nods and Harry’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “Are you kidding me? Pancakes are infinitely better than waffles. Who wants their breakfast to have craters in them, Jess? I mean c’mon. Tell them, babe. Pancakes are better.” He motions to you and your eyes widen, not wanting to get in between what is clearly such an important, heated discussion. 

“Pancakes.” you finalize with a small laugh. Harry smacks his hand on the table in triumph and points at Jess, who rolls their eyes at his antics. “S’two against one. Can’t beat that. Them’s the rules, toots.” 

You’re in a fit of giggles at this point, you’ve always loved the way he talked. He had this dry humor that utilized his unique vocabulary and it never failed to amuse you. 

He turns to look at you, scooting closer and slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Can always count on you can’t I, honey?” he smirks and shrugs you closer to him to press a messy kiss on the side of your head. 

You shudder violently and your hand immediately shoots up to wipe at your head, “ew, Harry!” you whine and he throws his head back to laugh. 

Everyone is just staring at the two of you fondly, your bond is something unmatched. The pure passion that you two display when you look at each other is unlike anything most of your friends have seen before. Everyone can see the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you. It’s lost on them how you can’t. They just wish you two would finally man up and come to terms with it. 

He leans down way too close to your ear, his lips oh so faintly brushing against your skin, the laughter ceases almost immediately and it feels like time just stops. 

“You know you love me, sweet girl.” 

It takes everything in you not to let your body melt into his and flutter your eyes shut at the closeness and warmth of his touch. Even the faintest touch makes you nearly lose yourself, you can’t imagine what a real touch would do to you. 

You pull yourself together enough to respond, “yes, yes unfortunately I do. Freaking man child.” 

He laughs again and just hugs you closer. 

H: Sweetheaaart. Where could you possibly be other than with me? 

H: That rhymed. 

H: Gonna pretend that it was intentional.

You: Lol you’ve got the wrong day, H. We’re meeting tomorrow x 

H: Yes but I still would looovee to see you today. 

You: I’ve got plaaans. 

H: Spill. 

Harry bites his lip nervously as he sends the message. He’s been talking to some mutual friends of yours and they’ve had the bright idea to set you up with someone this week. They’ve been trying to push Harry to make a move on you for years and he hasn’t. Your friends say you’ve been complaining about feeling lonely in the romantic department and of course they took it upon themselves to “help”. 

He hoped that if he sought out plans with you, you’d forget about whatever silly “date” they’ve asked you to go on. 

You: A date I think. Can I call it a date? 

He sighs deeply, his whole body deflating.

H: Why wouldn’t you call it a date? 

You: I don’t know the guy and it just doesn’t feel right you know?” 

Immediately you see his face flash on your screen and feel the phone vibrating in your hands. Your brow furrows but you press the accept button and bring the phone up to your ear. 

“Don’t go.” is the first thing he says, his tone almost pleading. “If it doesn’t feel right, don’t go. You can come over to mine, we can do face masks or something. Just don’t go.” 

You sigh, seriously considering his offer, “but don’t you think I owe to myself, H? I feel like I never put myself out there you know. It’s time I’ve tried. Can’t wait around forever.” You mumble that last part, slightly turning your mouth away from the speaker. 

“What? N-nevermind. You said it didn’t feel right though.” he tries again, praying that a little coaxing can get you to not go on that date. He swears he’ll confess his feelings to you right now if that’s what it takes. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if that date goes well and someone pulls the girl he’s so enamored with right from under him. He knows that if you start seeing someone things will be different, and you might tell him that they won’t be at first, but he knows they will. He absolutely cannot lose you. That’s one thing he refuses to do. Regardless of his fears. 

“Doesn’t hurt to try, right?” You almost wish he would tell you not to go again. You so desperately wish he would tell you what you want to hear. At no point before this phone call did you plan or think about making him jealous or upset at the idea of you seeing someone else, but the tortured thought is crossing your mind now. And you just wish that he’d say what you need to hear to get you to not go on that date. Your nails are digging into your palms as you anticipate his response, the tension building in your muscles. 

His mouth opens and closes. He has all the words in his head, but they hesitate to come out. 

A beat passes. 

You hear him sigh and you know he’s not going to tell you what you need to hear. 

So so close. He was so close to saying everything that needed to be out in the open for both of you, but he chickened out. 

“Right. Go for it, babe. Hope all goes well.” he forces a cheerful tone, one that he even cringes at, and usually, you know him better than that, but the tears are pooling in your eyes and threatening to fall down your cheeks; you don’t want to mess up the makeup that you’ve just done. 

“Thanks, H.” Your voice wobbles the slightest bit. Usually he knows you better, but the tears are pooling and threatening to fall down his cheeks. He presses his fingers into his palm and hangs up. 

He just stands there for a moment, a lone tear falls down his face and he immediately wipes it away, you’re too pure and precious to be the reason for his pain. He wishes he could just tell you. 

He’s been dodging you. 

You basically know his entire schedule, and you know that he’s been dodging you. 

You sigh softly as another call goes unanswered. Your heart is aching from missing your twin flame. 

The date went well, surprisingly. The guy was kind and thoughtful, he pulled your chair out for you and said all the right things, he was a great conversationalist, he was attractive. He basically checked all the boxes. Except for one. He wasn’t Harry. And you weren’t deeply in love with him. You should’ve listened to Harry that night, honestly. There’s only one person you want to be with.

You almost want to turn around after you knock on his door. You felt stupid, like you were coming here to make a fool of yourself. 

The door swings open and you sigh a breath of relief.

“Harry.” you sigh, “I’ve been trying to reach you for days.” 

He nods and opens the door wider to let you in. Your arms wrap around yourself protectively in a way that they never have around him when you step inside. He notices instantly. 

That’s his breaking point. The idea that that comfort you feel in each other is being challenged by his inability to just tell you how he feels. 

He walks towards you slowly. When he’s in front of you, his hand reaches up to touch your cheek softly and you frown in confusion, “why have you been avoiding me?” you whisper, not trusting your voice when he’s touching you. 

He shakes his head, “I’ve been avoiding a lot of things, you weren’t one of them, though.” 

Your frown deepens even more, “H. What in the world are you talk—” when you realize how close he’s suddenly become, your talking ceases. He leans in further, faintly brushing his lips against yours, using his grip on your cheek to angle you in the perfect way. 

“I’ve been avoiding my feelings. My feelings for you. These intense feelings that have been just utterly consuming me lately. These feelings that I think have been there since we were kids. It’s always, always been you, babe.” he leans down one more inch, and his lips are on yours.

Soft and delicate, but so full of passion that it overwhelms you. 

He kisses you softly again, first your top lip and then your bottom lip, then leaves one more soft peck on both. 

When you pull away you’re at a loss for words. You take this moment to look at him. To really look at him and just admire. A smile makes its way onto your face that you couldn’t have possibly fought even if you tried. 

“What?” he chuckles softly, stroking his thumb against your cheek and lips. 

“Nothing you just, you have this sparkle in your eyes that I’ve never noticed before. It’s beautiful.” Neither of you can stop your lips  from meeting again.