The early afternoon heat of LA was radiating off the pavement as Harry made his way up the Azoff-Christiaansen driveway after his five-mile run. He could feel his grey tank top stick to his back and couldn’t wait to take a cool shower to rid himself of the grime and LA smog that had accumulated on his tanning skin.
Since the tour had ended, Harry had been staying as a house guest. He had made it a point to do some small chores around the house as a way to show his appreciation. On his way in the house, he had checked the mail and picked up the newspaper that was laid on the doorstep before he had keyed his way into the home. He was greeted by an overly-excited Myles, who happily wagged his tail, seeing his best friend had returned home. Harry made sure to give the pup some much deserved scratches behind the ears, before walking him to the back of the house to let Myles out to do his business.
Harry returned to the counter leading to the kitchen, where he had dropped off the mail after grabbing a glass of water. He flicked through the pile, knowing that there might not be anything for him, but organized and separated it for the homeowners when they returned from work. Towards the end of the pile, he came upon a ruby red envelope that had, not only Jeff and Glenn’s name, but also Harry’s. He had read over the font and looked to the return address, a smile began to spread on his lips.
Since it was also addressed to him, Harry decided to open it. Upon turning the envelope over to pop open the lip, Harry saw the gold wax was sealed with an embossed “D”. He ran his forefinger along the seam to expose the milky white cardstock, edged with gold flake. He had pulled out the invitation to the 40th Wedding Anniversary for Don and Elenore D’Angelo.
Harry met Don at Shangri-La Studios when he was just starting his solo career. Don just so happened to own the studio.
Don was always so warm and welcoming, as was his studio. It seemed fitting that the studio fell into the hands of Don, always in the world of music since he was a child. His father was in an Italian folk band when he was growing up in Italy; He was certain that the music world was where he needed to be. He had always known that he had wanted to be a music producer, to help musicians make music the way they want, to sound the way they desired. He had decided to move to one of the only places that made sense to make music; Los Angeles. Music in the ’70s was booming in LA and after learning the trade, Don was lucky enough to get a job at Shangri-La, which is where he had met the love of his life.
One day, when Don was working, he met Elenore, his Ellie, who had been interviewing The Band at Shangri-La. She was one of the first women to be working for Rolling Stone as a writer. She was a 70’s work of art with her Farrah Fawcett hair, high waist wide legged trousers, and a cropped tank top. She was a firecracker. She gave Don a run for his money when he had tried to get a date with her but when she finally agreed, he had always joked that “she couldn’t say no to the Italian charm”.
Harry had always loved hearing their love story whenever he was lucky enough to see them both at the studio. He has always been a hopeless romantic, so it was an honor to be invited to a monumental anniversary. Harry had walked over to the fridge and grabbed the puppy faced magnet to post the invitation on the door to remind him and his roommates of the date of the party.
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The Climax
January 2013Â
Marcus and Nora break up during the spring of her second year.
He wanted things to move much faster than they were, and Nora was far too comfortable with their normal—the normal in which Marcus lived a floor above her and they could wrap around each other in his tiny twin bed without worrying about things outside of their protective bubble. Because this normal was easy, it was simple, it was safe—and doing anything different, switching up their normal, would make it the complete opposite.
So when he tells her that he found a small studio apartment in the West Village one April afternoon underneath a budding black tupelo tree in Central Park, and he would love more than anything for Nora to move in, she immediately declines. She wasn’t ready for that step—wasn’t ready to not live with Ebony and switch up her normal and pop their bubble.
a/n: A couple of weeks ago I saw a post about ex’s to lovers, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. So basically it’s a story about two people who ended things on a semi-good note, like nothing inherently bad happened between them, but they decided to break up. Sometimes people find their way back to each other, though. That’s what we have here. Harry is a tax attorney, a few years older than our MC, Blair Smith, who teaches jazzercise. (not proofread) PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU READ THIS AND LIKE IT, YALL WANTED ME TO KEEP POSTING FICS ON HERE, SO HERE YOU GO! PLEASE, IT TAKES TWO SECONDS! Check out my patreon for other excursive content.
Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (sub!Harry????), mentions of death, a funeral
Words: 17.8K
Pairing: Harry x OC (Blair Smith)
When Blair Smith became a Physical Education major in college, she never thought that would lead her to leasing a dance studio, and teaching jazzercise. It took her until she was twenty-five to really get it all together. She wasn’t mad about it, she actually enjoyed it more than she thought. She double minored in Dance and in Business Administration, she had never been so thankful to have overloaded herself in her life. She thought she would be teaching gym at the high school level, along with some health and nutrition classes, but when she did her practicum semester at a local high school near her college, she realized that working with younger students was not for her. None of them listened, none of them really wanted to be there, aside from the gym-class-heroes, and she couldn’t stand that the majority wouldn’t even change their clothes for class.
a/n: Another fav part of mine. Lots of nice family building moments, great conversations, and some alone time for the adults. Feedback and REBLOGS are super helpful, and keep me motivated, especially when it comes to writing series. I’M NOT PLAYING ABOUT THIS ANYMORE, IT TAKES TWO SECONDS TO REBLOG PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOU WANT TO KEEP READING THIS STORY YOU NEED TO REBLOG! (partially-proofread) You can support me here if you’re able!
Warnings: tiny bit of angst, lots and lots of fluff, smut - mild soft-dom energy, light choking
Words: 8.3K
Pairing: Harry x OC (Jane Watson)
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Seven months of working as Lilly’s nanny, and this was probably one of the most important days. Today is Jane’s thirtieth birthday. Harry wakes up extra early, gets Lilly squared away, and then prepares a breakfast of eggs, toast, and fruit to bring upstairs to her. He puts Lilly up on his shoulders so he can balance everything as he walks into Jane’s room. She was sleeping peacefully.
what happens when we meet again? you and harry have barely seen each other in almost a year. two ex-lovers find themselves in the same snowy town by strange chance, both looking for something they can’t seem to figure out. cafe run-ins, old love letters, and bittersweet nostalgia.Â
pairing: harry x reader
warnings: language, slight mention of sexual content
words: 13.3k
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There was something unsettling about not having a schedule.
Your entire life, you had been told that you weren’t supposed to quit a job without having another one already lined up, and you had been able to keep up with that. Until now.
The impulse to leave the office that left you frustrated, tired, and overworked had been bubbling up inside of you for years, and it was only a mere couple months ago that you finally snapped.
Snapped, grabbed your things, and quite literally ran away. Call it a life crisis, maybe considered somewhere between a quarter and a mid, but there was something about simply leaving everything behind that took a temporary weight off your shoulders.
A/N: So, this chapter was necessary, but it might be a little sad- I definitely teared up writing it. It explains Harry’s past, so just be warned. Please reblog or send comments. Thanks to @missyriver, @tbslenthusiast , and @soullikestyles as well as my writing girls for the help and encouragement. Enjoy!
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Part III
Savannah spots an empty space a few cars up and she checks quickly to see if there are any permit signs before swinging her car in. She cuts the engine and sits back in her seat, peering through the windshield into the darkness, trying to spot the house he directed her to in his text. She was nervous about seeing him alone; not because of what she was afraid of what could happen. She was nervous because they seem to have something between them and she wasn’t sure what direction things would go after tonight. She really likes Harry - how could she not- and she’s afraid that he doesn’t feel what she does. She’s not sure she could handle that.
a/n: Sorry this part is a little shorter. It has the feel of a filler episode, but one of those filler episodes you don’t wanna miss because key things happen. This is the end of act 2! Three more parts to go after this! Feedback and REBLOGS are super helpful, and keep me motivated, especially when it comes to writing series. I’M NOT PLAYING ABOUT THIS ANYMORE, IT TAKES TWO SECONDS TO REBLOG PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOU WANT TO KEEP READING THIS STORY YOU NEED TO REBLOG! (partially-proofread) You can support me here if you’re able!
Warnings: angst (there’s a fist fight…in New Mexico) FLUFF
Words: 4.4K
Pairing: Harry x OC (Jane Watson)
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Harry and Lilly were having a wonderful time in New Mexico. There were tons of national parks to go visit, which kept them plenty busy during the day while Jane and MaryAnne were on set for her series turned TV show, Taking it Easy. On the flight, Jane told Harry to only call her Penelope while they were there because everyone on set, including the other writers and producers were working with Penelope White, not Jane Watson. Harry even took a day to drive out to the Four Corners Monument. He made sure to take lots of pictures and selfies for Jane. Her birthday was in September and he was working on a cute little scrapbook for her. He was going to pretend it was a gift from Lilly, just to be extra cute.
Part Four: Office Hours, Face Masks, and Bon JoviÂ
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Warnings:Â lots of fluff, angst from an ex, and angst from a book within a fic
Words: 5.5K
Pairing: Harry x OC (Jane Watson)
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Harry: hey, weird question, but have you ever read anything by Penelope Watson???
It’s here! This is the longest thing I’ve ever written and I’m quite proud of it. This is for the tattoo artist!Harry prompt from @uglypastels​ #pastels3kchallenge and it sort of just turned into this whole thing. Thanks to @missyriver​, @tbslenthusiast​, @soullikestyles​, and my writing girls for helping me when I wanted to tear my hair out. Without further ado, enjoy!
Warnings: None that I know of. Needles for tattooing maybe?
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Part One
Savannah Jenkins buries her face in the crook of her elbow as the yawn works its way through her body. It’s still peaceful and quiet this early in Los Angeles since most people are still in their beds sleeping soundly at five in the morning. The cool air dances around her, a slight breeze ruffling her dark brown locks, and she hikes her bag up further on her shoulder as she tugs her jacket closer around her. It has never been particularly cold this time of year in the City of Angels but, thanks to the cold front everyone was talking about, the weather had changed suddenly and she hadn’t switched her closet out yet. Just add it to the long list of things she hasn’t gotten around to yet in her life.
You’re finally given permission to cover the song you’ve wanted to perform for years and a special surprise during your performance sweeps you off of your feet.
Word count: 11.5k
Rating/warnings: NSFW - A lot of this is plot but there is smut as well. Contains explicit language and consensual sex acts between a man and woman. This is a story written in the 2nd person (“self insert"). This isn’t written to be exclusionary, it’s just my preferred style! Author’s note can be found at the end!
“Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot thank you enough for coming out tonight to listen to me and the band. We’ve got a couple more songs coming up for you but I just wanted to take a minute to tell y'all how much we appreciate you.” You gesture to yourself and the band behind you as the lights on stage come up a bit. “We wouldn’t be where we are without your support. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you!”
The crowd cheers and you can’t help but experience an insurmountable feeling of joy. It never gets old. You’d been in the spotlight for a few years now, already at the end of touring your second album, though the size and scope of venues this time around was much, much larger. There was nothing that compared to being able to sing your own songs and have a crowd of thousands scream them right back at you.
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