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Don’t you call him baby

Request: hi! I’ve been obsessed with the song ‘cherry’ lately and was wondering whether you could write something about it? I’m so hyper fixed on it and AH I just need something smutty and angsty if possible? Thank you!!

A/n: I haven’t mentioned it but I went for a job interview… and… I got the job!!! Hooray!!

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Warnings: smut, exes, toxicity, mention of arguments, angst… jealous Harry. Protective Harry. Dominant Harry. Degrading/ praise. Cheating kinda? Rough… as well. Very sexual scenes. (Make up sex pretty much) if this isn’t your thing/ it makes you uncomfortable please scroll past. But if you read and are easily effected by some strong/ tense scenes please read at your own discretion. Much love, A. x

Harry styles x fem! Reader

Inspirations from cherry:

don’t you call him baby

did you know I still talk to them?

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“How is she?” His voice cut through the silence, Harry had decided to meet up with one of your closest friends. It took a lot to convince her but she eventually gave in to his constant requests of knowing how you were doing. Noa sat opposite Harry her chin resting on her knuckles as she gazed at him “harry I know you care about her… but y/n wants to move on. It’s time to move on.” She spoke calmly and sensibly. She never got involved between drama or toxic relationships but you had been constantly stressing over the fact that Harry was so bluntly concerned about you. You hated it. In fact you despised him and wished he would go and find a new girl to date… but Harry didn’t want that. He didn’t want a new girl. He wanted you. “I know, Noa.” He muttered to her his hands rubbing against each other slightly before he sighed “is she okay though? In herself? I haven’t seen her in a while…”

Noa stared at the man, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he only wanted the best for you. “She’s okay.” She nodded her head smiling, “she’s happier.” Those words tore him apart, selfishly so, you were happier without him? That alone was difficult to comprehend yet he forced a smile “that’s good.” Noa nodded her head “yeah… she misses you though. I’m sure you both miss each other. But she’s moved on… and you have to as well.” Harry should’ve listened- but those words but she’s moved on made his heart plummet. What did she mean by that? Did you have a new boyfriend? Someone who made you happier than ever? Was Harry truly not enough for you? He felt jealousy creeping up within him yet on his perfectly sculpted face was nothing but calmness. But under that was a storm brewing.. messy and huge. “She’s got a boyfriend?” He soon asked gawking at her and Noa gazed at him, clearly not wanting to discuss anymore and Harry quickly cut her off before she could’ve said anything else:

“You know what. Never mind… I’m sorry it’s none of my business.” he smiled falsely before shaking his head “it was nice meeting up with you again. We’ll have to do it some other time… yeah?” Or in better words- we’ll meet up to talk about y/n more. Harry didn’t like to admit it but he was a tad bit crazy. But in a way that he adored you and loved you… so much so no one else could love you the way he loved you… he was frankly obsessed with you. You were the one who made him happiest. The one to make his whole world light up around him… you dragged him out of the darkest pits of hell and saved him. You both had history with each other and that was clear. He missed you. It angered him that you had moved on so quickly but he had decided then and there that he wasn’t going to let you live that down… he would make you realise all over again just how much you missed him… all of him.

And so that’s exactly how it played out. Harry still had a key to your apartment from when you were together and so he allowed himself in before situating himself on your bed laying against the headboard as he simply awaited for you to stumble upon him. He wasn’t sure how you would react… maybe scream at him? Hit him? Punch him? But he found himself praying that you would kiss him and tell him you loved him still. But love wasn’t that easy now was it? He was a jealous man but he refused to see his jealousy. You didn’t even split from each other because of anything horrible like cheating or whatever- it was just a dumb argument. But seeing it now it was incredibly stupid and if Harry could’ve turned back time then he would’ve. All he wanted for you was for you to be happy.

About twenty minutes passed, you had just finished up a small date with your new boyfriend. You loved him. You truly did. But he wasn’t Harry. You missed Harry terribly, neither of you spoke to each other and every day you found yourself wanting him more and more. You missed the smell of his cologne, the way he would run his fingers through your hair… you just missed him. A soft sigh left your lips your key held in your hand as you slowly pushed the key into the keyhole before unlocking the door and opening it. You shrugged your jacket off, hanging it up and locking the front door before heading straight for your bedroom. You were tired and just wanted to sleep… but you missed Harry. Sleep usually helped ease your mind but no matter what it would always be difficult. You were craving his love, his attention, his touch… all of him. But that was so wrong, wasn’t it? You slowly walked into your room before freezing at the sight your eyes widening, lips slightly parting as you stared at the man on your bed. The man you still adored. You blinked, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “Hi,” he spoke with a smile but you just stared unable to react before eventually you shook your head “Harry you need to leave.” You murmured softly but the way his eyes travelled up and down your body subtly made your heart flip upside down your breath catching in your throat. “You want me to leave?” He asked raising his brows slightly “Harry please…” he slowly stood up from the bed as he walked towards you “you’re just saying that.” He murmured gently his eyes searching yours that had a look of need, urgency and fire in them “I know you. I love you. I want you.” Your lips remained parted and you stared at him in shock… he wanted you? What did he mean by that? “What do-“ “I mean I really… really want you.” The look in his green eyes told you it all, your wide doe like eyes widening even further before you shook your head lightly “I can’t Harry. I’ve got a boyfriend…” you spoke quietly and the man smiled slightly “I’m aware of that, sweetheart…” but before you could’ve even asked how he knew he was already talking again “he doesn’t give you what you need, does he? He doesn’t fuck you long and hard right? He doesn’t grab you by the throat and tell you who you belong to. Does he?” His eyes bored into yours your breathing now more frantic, your stomach fluttering dangerously before his slender ring adorned fingers reached up gently grabbing a hold of your chin before he leaned in looking more deep into your eyes “does he?” You blinked your eyes, breathing faster now before you shook your head an accomplished smirk forming on those pretty lips of his, “do you want that? Do you need that? Hm you pretty thing?” And you found yourself nodding frantically feeling butterflies travel elsewhere throughout your entire body, some fluttering down straight into your already throbbing heat, eyes wide as you clenched your thighs together attempting to be subtle about it whilst also attempting to add enough pressure to take the edge off of it.

“Good thing I’m here then” he spoke smiling before he pulled you in roughly his lips colliding with yours in a hot passionate kiss, the kisses were slightly sloppy, your hands resting against the sides of his neck as he soon wrapped his arms around your waist gripping onto you tightly, his fingers soon sliding underneath your T-shirt which he soon slid up your body before discarding it on the floor, which were then followed by your jeans his hands gliding up and down your body skilfully, creating all those little goosebumps which had your knees weak, his lips remained connected to yours before he trailed the sloppy kisses down to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses against your soft skin before he pulled away gazing into your eyes “get on the bed. Get comfortable.” Those words alone had another flurry of butterflies consume your stomach and you rather quickly got onto the bed, backing up until your back was against the headboard your hungry eyes remaining on his “good girl, I see you can follow orders hm?” See how long that lasts… your eyes remained on him trying to guess what he was going to do next but you watched as he remained standing still, hands lightly crossed over his chest his eyes scanning shamelessly all over you watching how your chest raised and fell so angelically whereas your thighs clenched together so incredibly tightly. He didn’t speak, allowing you to listen to your heavy breathing and indefinitely the sound of your heart racing in your ears. He found it adorable how your cheeks were already flushed…. He hadn’t even started and you were already a mess. “Oh my poor pathetic baby, hm?” A soft chuckle left his lips before he walked closer to the bed until his knees were touching against the end of it “reach down.” He demanded you feigning a slight confused look. “Don’t be stupid, darling. Use that pretty head of yours… you know what I’m asking of you.” You remained still. Eyes on him your breathing increasing all over again before he smirked “fine. Play with yourself.” Those words made your eyes widen, but your hand, like it was being controlled by a puppeteer slowly crept down, your hand moving your panties to the side your fingers immediately getting to work. You were already soaked… embarrassingly so. Your head lightly tilted backwards, lips parting as a low gasp left your lips your fingers gliding teasingly up and down, before one started circling around your clit a whimper leaving your lips.

Harry’s hungry eyes remained on you, watching as you played for him, watching with careful eyes. Listening to your reactions… “mhm just like that sweetheart. Just like that.” He spoke softly his lips parted as he just watched you play for him. “You sensitive baby?” His tone was accusing, your brows furrowed slightly as you were too lost in your own pleasure. Usually your fingers didn’t help you whatsoever but with Harry just watching it made the moment more intense. More insane. Incredibly hot. You didn’t respond, making the man tilt his head to the side “hm? Is that a no? Darling you know that I know you. You cant fool me…” he watched your brows furrow deeper and deeper and he smirked before slowly walking round to the edge of the bed where his large hand soon wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from toying with yourself before he used two of his fingers to drag up and down your slit, your hips jolting and he smirked cockily staring down at you, your eyes glossy from the ceasing of pleasure “you are sensitive” he analysed gently before chuckling gently “how many times?” His tone was dangerous and your lower lip trembled “I-I don’t know…” you whispered softly and he stared deeply into your eyes “so you played with yourself… yesterday? Did you?” Your cheeks became flushed again and he chuckled “darling don’t go shy on me. It’s okay if you did…” his tone was so comforting but you knew him as much as he knew you. “I did… but…” you paused and he raised a brow “but?” He trailed off and you studied his eyes “I played whilst thinking of you.”

Those words stunned the man yet they also turned him on that much more the bulge in his jeans larger, making his jeans more uncomfortable. “Jesus Christ baby…” he whispered before he abruptly and without warning grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed so your hips were dangling off of the edge before he helped pull your panties off his knees soon buckling as he knelt down, pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders arms locking around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer “don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me. Got it?” You nodded your head furiously, feeling his breath fan against your sopping cunt “verbal sweetheart c’mon” he cooed out and you whimpered “yes.. yes!” He smiled large hands gripping onto your thighs before he lowered his mouth down to your aching core “what a good girl hm?” He spoke, before his licked a stripe up your slit a low groan leaving his lips before his lips wrapped around your clit, tongue starting to flick mercilessly against it as he began sucking against it slightly your head tilting backwards in awed making the man you dream about slap your thigh slightly reminding you to keep your eyes on him- your eyes locking with his as he stared deeply into your soul. Whilst doing that, his fingers paid close attention to the hole that clenched around nothing before his slid one of his fingers in beginning to thrust in and out slowly and carefully, your eyes squeezing shut “y/n…” he growled out sending vibrations throughout you and you moaned out, yet your head flew forwards eyes locking with his again, a second finger being eased in, his fingers thrusting in and out steadily and slowly- curling ever so slightly hitting that spot within you making your back arch slightly from the fact that you had been so touch starved recently and you were now getting what you wanted. Exactly what you wanted. His eyes pierced into your own and you panted, he felt the way you clenched around him and instantly quickened his pace soft whines leaving your lips “louder” he demanded, your whimpers turning into loud moans as your hips attempting to buck up into his mouth and fingers yet from the grip he hand on your thighs you stood no chance.

“h-harry I-I’m gonna-“ you felt the coil tighten to the point you knew it was inevitably going to break, but all that came to a agonisingly teasing halt as Harry stopped. Your desperate body writhing, attempting to get more of his touch. “Ah ah… you don’t get to cum. Not just yet.” His eyes bored into yours and he smirked your flushed face contorted with need, before a little chuckle left his lips “tell me why you want to? Why you deserve to, hm?” Your eyes glared into his hungrily that soft smirk on his perfectly sculpted face “i-I’ve been good… i- I just need you…” you whined out in that whiny voice that he loved so much, his head soon tilting wanting to hear more of it “and? Come on baby, sooner you get it over with sooner I can make you feel good…” he was so arrogantly calm about it all, yet under all of that facade he was wanting to fuck you hard. You breathed heavily, panting, eyes squeezing shut as moans of need left your lips before you panted out a very soft: “I love you…”

And that was all he needed to hear before he tapped your thigh three times with his index finger, asking for you to move, and so you did- laying on your back on the bed. You watched as he took his belt off, his clothes being discarded hurriedly but rather lazily all at the same time your mouth practically watering at the sight of him before he clambered on top of you, lips smashing against yours, your lips moulding with his- connecting like the last piece of a puzzle before he aligned his cock with you before he thrusted in, your eyes instantly rolling to the back of your head, your legs locking around his waist- nails digging into his back as you panted heavily “fuck fuck fuck” you whined out, soft grunts leaving his lips his face buried slightly into the crook of your neck his hair a mess making him look that much more hot “feel so good” you spoke breathing heavily as he found a perfect rhythm the only sounds being a mixture of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin. He left kisses against your neck, hickeys being littered all over your warm silky skin. “Don’t call him baby again… don’t… don’t…” he spoke through slight grunts “do you understand me? Don’t want you seeing him again.” His tone was dangerous, possessive and needful, you nodded your head weakly your walls clenching desperately around him your nails scratching into his back “good girl. Good girl.”

“Who makes you feel this good?” “You do Harry…” your voice was pathetically weak from the pleasure rocketing throughout you and soon enough that coil was tightening all over again, his thrusts had become more sloppy and his moans were growing louder. His lips connected with yours, his head slightly pulling back making a string of saliva pull from both of your lips before snapping as he kissed you again “cum…” he groaned out against your lips and just like that the euphoria wrapped around both you and him your moans being muffled by his lips, his loud moans soon too being muffled as he dug his teeth into your shoulder, his thrusts continuing- helping you through your high before he stopped, body slumped against yours, heart to heart- bodies hot and sweaty your lips slightly swollen from how hard and rough he had kissed them but you didn’t care… the pleasure didn’t stop. It was continuous. But you loved it…

His green eyes soon met yours and you smiled lazily up at him his hand soon cupping against your cheek “love you so much” he muttered softly and you smiled pressing a gentle kiss to his lips “love you too…” your eyes searched his before he kissed you again “missed you.” He murmured softly and to say those words were highly reciprocated was an understatement. You both missed each other terribly… and finally… you were back together again. Finally.

Literally my first time writing long smut so please excuse how terrible it is😭 hope you liked it! Anyways if you’d all like a part two or another smutty story then lmk! Or just send in a request! All the love always, Amber x

It finally appears, it’s only love

Synopsis: Y/n is an upcoming artist. She struggles to believe she is good enough… a sweet little talking to from Harry seemingly flips her opinion round however.

A/N: Aperture release- how are we feeling?! I’m so obsessed with the song!!! Yes the title is from the song… hehe. Enjoy!!(:

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Maybe it was insecurity or maybe it was simply how much backlash and hate you had received but god did becoming a musician sometimes be the worst decision of your life. You wouldn’t even call yourself a musician. You were just… a singer. You went from busking in busy high streets to local bars then in clubs. You made a name for yourself - somehow. However. As any artist would - you got hate. A ton of it. But you tried to brush it off as best as you could.

“Y/n!” A voice called out as you were just about to leave the venue you had visited upon being requested to visit by your close friend - Maisie. “Maisie.” You smiled as you turned around looking at her, she was wearing her headset and a black ‘CREW’ jumper “stay for a bit. Won’t you? The acoustics are nice when it’s empty. Could practice?” She offered. You hesitated, eyes narrowing out of subtle discomfort, but with the pleading look from your best friend you just couldn’t resist. And with a long exhale you nodded “sure. Okay. But only ten more minutes… I need to get home.” And with that you were following your excited friend back into the venue, she lead you right to the empty stage and you stared out into the empty seats “it’s daunting. Really.” You laughed lightly, Maisie shrugging in your peripheral “I can see you being a star one day hun!” She said excitedly before she hurried off stage, and before you knew it lights had been flicked on. A spot light specifically and you laughed lightly “unbelievable.” You whispered under your breath, shaking your head, but deep down you were grateful for her and her support.

You stood in the centre of the spotlight for a while, humming - the soft humming gradually turning into an eventual tune which you allowed yourself to follow. Maisie was right. The acoustics were beautiful. You began humming the quiet tune of “birds of a feather” by Billie eilish, as gradually you began picking up the actual lyrics “birds of a feather we should stick together I know, I said I’d never think I wasn’t better alone. Cant change the weather-“ a soft creak from the other side of the stage made you freeze, head snapping to the side as you saw a shadowed figure, arms crossed, leaning against the curtain against the wall and the figure upon noticing you stopping stepped into the light “hi, sorry, don’t mind me.” You froze. Eyes growing large. Your lips parting slightly. Harry fucking styles. “Uh hi.. I.. uh.. I’m..” - “Y/n. I’ve heard of you. A lot actually.” He smiled warmly. He then took a few even steps towards you before holding his hand out towards you “I’m Harry. Nice to meet you. You’ve got a very elegant voice.”

You in all honesty didn’t know what to say. And for the first few moments you couldn’t say anything - except shake his hand, unable to let go for a few moments until finally a quiet “thank you.” Came from you and Harry only nodded, almost reassuringly. Kind. Sweet. “I’ll leave you to your singing. Keep it up.” He said, but before you could’ve even stopped him he was gone. You were beyond shocked. You even for a moment believed you had somehow dreamed that.. but you still felt his hand in yours so you knew it was real.

The next few minutes passed by slowly. You continued singing. Still shocked - but focusing on the beauty of the acoustics more than anything before finally you collected your things, bid Maisie goodbye before heading out of the arena. In some sort of fanfic way you almost hoped Harry would miraculously be outside - but. He wasn’t. So you headed home. But that moment continuously played out in your head. Maisie hadn’t told you he was performing there for his upcoming tour neither had she told you he was there but… you couldn’t be upset or angry.

Over the next few days, you convinced yourself it had been nothing more than a fleeting moment. A compliment. A kindness. Harry Styles had probably said similar things to dozens of artists—encouragement handed out like spare change to people who needed it. Still, every time you sang, you heard his voice in your head.

Elegant.

It lingered.

A week later, Maisie texted you out of the blue.

MAISIE: Don’t freak out.

Y/N: I’m already freaking out.

MAISIE: Harry asked if you’d come by again. Like—properly. To rehearse while he’s doing soundchecks.

You stared at your phone for a full minute.

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The second time you stepped onto the stage, it wasn’t empty.

The house lights were dim, a few crew members scattered around, cables snaking across the floor. Harry sat on the edge of the stage with a guitar resting against his thigh, laughing about something with one of the techs. He looked up when you walked out.

“Oh,” he smiled, softer this time. “It’s you.”

You swallowed. “Hi.”

He didn’t make a big deal of it. That was what disarmed you most. He just nodded toward the mic. “Maisie said you might sing again. Only if you want.”

Hesitation formed within you, discomfort, a quiet terror that clung onto your chest and tried to rip your anxiety up into shreds. But with a swift inhale… You did. You were terrified—but you did.

You sang something original this time. Your hands shook at first, but the room held your voice gently, like it had before. When you finished, the silence felt heavy.

Harry stood up slowly.

“That,” he said, sincere and steady, “isn’t someone who’s ‘just a singer.’”

You laughed weakly. “You don’t have to—”

“I do,” he interrupted gently. “Because I think you forget how good you are.”

Something in your chest cracked open. You weren’t sure what it was. But it felt like recognition. Pride. Like your talent did matter… to someone. You couldn’t help the quiet shy smile that formed again, Harry smiling warmly at you his dimples appearing making him look increasingly more welcoming.

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It became a quiet routine.

Once or twice a week, you’d stop by. Sometimes Harry listened. Sometimes he didn’t announce himself at all—you’d only realise when you finished and saw him leaning in the shadows, clapping softly. He never pushed. Never hovered. Just… stayed.

One afternoon, you caught him humming your melody under his breath.

“That’s mine,” you teased, before you could stop yourself.

He grinned. “I know. That’s why I like it.”

The first time he asked you to sing with him, it felt unreal.

“Just for fun,” he said, passing you a mic. “No pressure.”

You hesitated. Again. But with a little less discomfort this time “you choose the song.” He offered and you thought for a moment before you looked back at him “Love of my life.” You said and Harry nodded a fond smile forming “sure. Start us off.” He gave you the option and you nodded. It was big boots to fill… but you knew there was no judgement. Not here.

“Baby you were the love of my life..” Harry slowly joined in his eyes locked onto yours, but, secretly almost. To not scare you off. “Maybe you don’t know what’s lost ‘til you find it…” You both harmonised perfectly together. Your voices folded into each other effortlessly, like they’d been waiting to meet. When you finished, neither of you spoke for a moment.

Harry looked at you differently after that.

Carefully. Fondly. Before he lifted his arm subtly, tattooed, toned, but most importantly the hairs on his arms were stood up - goosebumps prickling his skin the look on his face almost quietly saying ‘never doubt yourself.’

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The invite came two weeks later.

You were sitting backstage, legs crossed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone when Harry cleared his throat.

“Y/n..” that grabbed your attention, your phone being turned off and you looked to him “hm?” You quietly showed you were paying attention “I’ve been thinking,” he said. “About tour.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Big deal.”

He smiled, then grew serious. “I want you to come with us. Open a few shows. See how it feels.”

Your laugh burst out before you could stop it. “Harry—no. I’m not— absolutely- no way— they’ll hate me I am not—“

“Don’t say it,” he said gently. “You are.”

You paused, lips parted the ‘ready’ being left silent on your lips. He had shut you up. But delicately so. You didn’t cry. You went very still instead. But, softly, you nodded your head a warm smile spreading across Harry’s face.

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It was terrifying at first. All of it. Performing to a roaring crowd… but… just like Harry had promised. The crowds were always supportive. Always loving. Always happy. Happy to see you - and that was rewarding. But at the same time the fear always managed to creep onto you. Harry had gotten to know you very well and your body language and any time your breathing seemed off he relaxed you - a gentle rub on your back, his arm wrapping round your shoulders as she squeezed you into a hug or even his hands resting on your shoulders and squeezing as he looked into your eyes and talked to you about random things to calm you down… he truly seemed to know you. And that terrified you.

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By the time the tour reached its final leg, the crowds knew your name. Sometimes even chanting your name rather than Harry’s.

You stood side-stage on the last night, watching Harry command the room like it belonged to him. When he looked over and caught your eye, he smiled—your smile, the one meant only for you.

During the encore, he made his way toward you - your eyes widening and you attempted to dart off but he was quicker - his slender fingers wrapping around your wrist and gently pulling you onstage, his arm wrapping around your shoulders anchoring you into him as he pulled you into the centre.

“This tour’s been… special,” he said into the mic. “Because of the people who made it feel like home.”

He turned to you.

“And because of you.”

The crowd roared, but you barely heard them.

“I think,” he continued, voice softer now, his mic slowly lowering down so it was held down by his thigh instead of his mouth - his next words just for you “somewhere between soundchecks and stolen songs, I fell in love with you.”

Your breath caught.

“I know you didn’t believe you were enough,” he said. “But you’ve always been more than that to me.”

When he took your hand and sang one last time, the stadium faded away, you were still in his embrace a teary smile on your lips as tears began delicately gliding down your cheeks. Grateful. Emotional. Full of gratitude… you couldn’t explain it.

Harry eventually lead you off stage and before you could’ve even realised what was happening he was pulling you into a sweaty messy hug. But… it felt like home. You clutched at him, fingers digging into him tightly and you closed your eyes breathing in the familiar smell of him you had become accustomed to. “You mean it?” You whispered into his ear and Harry nodded “I love you.” He whispered, “I…” you swallowed thickly - terrified. Love was not something you had ever truly experienced with a man. Boys. Yes. Silly immature boys but no one like Harry… “I love you too.” You finally whispered, and Harry pulled back, and even though there were crew scattered around you both, his arm encircled around your waist and he kissed you. Deeply. His free hand tentatively cupping your cheek. The kiss was intense but also gentle. Full of passion and a deep understanding of one another.

He pulled back slightly forehead resting against yours as he breathed heavily, hands resting on your hips “you’re fucking amazing y/n y/l/n. Never forget that.”

His thumb stroked your cheek lightly and you smiled staring into his eyes “I love you.” You repeated again. Quietly. And his dimpled grin appeared. “I love you more.”

And for the first time, you believed him.

Fineline

Being the person Harry wrote fine line about. Messy, emotional, sad.

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HI GUYS! Omg Harry’s back! How are we feeling? Aghhh! Feel like his new album will be a rock-ish album…? Maybe. Anywho. Enjoy the story!

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You don’t remember when loving Harry stopped feeling safe.

Maybe it was the nights that stretched too long, when he came home smelling like stage lights and strangers, voice hoarse from singing words that never seemed meant for you anymore. Or maybe it was earlier—when silence became easier than honesty, when apologies started sounding rehearsed.

Tonight, the apartment feels too big. Too quiet. Like it’s holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable.

Harry stands by the window, hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders tense. He’s facing away from you, but you can see him anyway—etched into every corner of the room. The couch where you used to curl into him. The kitchen where you laughed at nothing. The hallway where you fought, whispered, broke, made up, broke again.

“You’re not even looking at me,” you say, your voice cracking before you can stop it.

He exhales slowly, like he’s been carrying this moment all day. All year. Then he turns.

His eyes are red—not dramatic, not cinematic. Just tired. Hurt. Human.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he admits.

That hurts more than if he’d yelled.

You laugh weakly, shaking your head. “That’s kind of the problem, isn’t it?”

There was a time when Harry always knew what to say to you. When words spilled out of him like confessions, like promises he believed he could keep. Now, every sentence feels like walking a tightrope—one wrong step and everything snaps.

“I love you,” he says suddenly, like he’s afraid if he doesn’t say it now, he never will.

Your chest tightens. Love shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t ache like a bruise you keep pressing just to make sure it’s still there.

“I know,” you whisper. “I know you do. But that doesn’t mean we’re okay.”

His jaw clenches. “So what, then? We just—give up?”

You step closer, close enough to see the familiar scar on his chin, the one you kissed absentmindedly a hundred times. Close enough that it feels dangerous.

“We’ve been giving up for a while,” you say. “Just… quietly.”

The words hang between you, ugly and true.

Harry runs a hand through his hair, pacing now, restless. “I tried,” he says, frustration bleeding through. “I really did.”

“I know,” you repeat, but this time it sounds like goodbye.

That’s the cruelest part—you both tried. And still, here you are.

The room fills with memories you didn’t invite in. Late-night drives. Shared headphones. His laugh against your neck. Your name in his mouth, soft and private. Love didn’t disappear—it just became heavier. Harder to carry.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, quieter now.

Tears blur your vision. “You already have. And I think I’ve hurt you too.”

He stops moving. Looks at you like he’s memorizing your face, like he’s afraid time is already stealing it from him.

“I don’t regret loving you,” he says. “Even if this… even if it ends.”

That’s when you break.

Tears spill freely now, messy and ungraceful. You hate that endings are never clean. That love doesn’t leave politely. It clings. It stains.

“I hate that it’s not simple,” you choke out. “I hate that loving you feels like standing on a fault line.”

Harry steps forward, hesitates, then pulls you into his arms anyway. It’s instinctive. Familiar. Wrong and right all at once.

You cling to him like you always do, fingers fisting his shirt, breathing him in like it might be the last time. Maybe it is.

“I’ll always be on your side,” he murmurs into your hair.

You close your eyes, knowing that sometimes being on the same side still isn’t enough.

When he finally lets go, it feels like losing something vital. Like letting go of a future you kept trying to fix with hope alone.

You grab your coat. He watches you, silent now, eyes glassy.

At the door, you pause.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“For what it’s worth… I think we loved each other the best way we knew how.”

He nods, swallowing hard. “I think so too.”

You leave before either of you can change your mind.

Outside, the air is cold and sharp, but it feels honest. You don’t know what comes next. Healing. Missing him. Maybe finding each other again, maybe not.

All you know is that love isn’t always about staying.

Sometimes, it’s about knowing when you’ve reached the finish line—and stepping back before it breaks you both.

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Months pass, but the silence never really settles.

You learn how to live around it instead—around the empty space where Harry used to be. You change your routines. New coffee shop. Different route home. You stop checking your phone every time it buzzes, stop expecting his name to light up the screen like a reflex you can’t unlearn.

Some nights are easier. Some nights you swear you hear his laugh in strangers, or feel him behind you in the dark, like muscle memory refusing to die.

You don’t reach out. Neither does he.

That’s the rule you never discussed but somehow both agreed to.

Then the song comes out.

You don’t mean to hear it. It just… happens. A friend plays it in the background while you’re half-listening, folding laundry, pretending your life isn’t still divided into before and after him.

And then your hands still.

There’s something about it—raw and exposed, like a confession he never said out loud. It doesn’t sound polished. It sounds tired. Like someone standing at the edge of something fragile, admitting they don’t know how to fix it but wishing they’d tried harder.

Your chest aches.

It feels like him sitting across from you again, elbows on his knees, voice low, eyes honest in that way that always undid you. It feels like the night you left. Like everything unsaid finally found a place to land.

It feels like he wrote it for you.

You don’t cry. You just sit there, breathing shallow, heart pounding like it’s been called out by name.

You wonder if he thinks of you when he sings it. If he hesitates before certain lines. If your ghost is woven into the spaces between the words.

You don’t message him.

But neither of you are really letting go, either.

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You run into him by accident. Of course you do.

It’s raining, soft and miserable, the kind that soaks through your coat and settles into your bones. You’re ducking into a café, shaking water from your hair, when you nearly collide with someone coming out.

You know it’s him before you look up.

Time does something strange. For a moment, it feels like no time has passed at all. Then everything hits you at once—he looks thinner. Older. Quieter. There are shadows under his eyes that weren’t there before.

He freezes when he sees you.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Hey.”

Your name almost follows, but he stops himself.

“Hey,” you reply, too softly.

The air between you is loaded. Months of restraint. Words you never sent. Nights you both probably spent staring at the ceiling, wondering if the other one was okay.

You notice he’s holding a notebook under his arm. The edges are worn, bent like it’s been carried everywhere.

“I—uh,” he starts, then stops, rubbing the back of his neck. Same old nervous habit. “I didn’t expect to see you.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Me neither.”

Awkward. Fragile. Honest.

He glances at you, really looks at you this time, like he’s checking if you’re real. “You look… good.”

You almost laugh at how small the word feels compared to everything you went through. “You too.”

Silence stretches again, but this time it’s not hostile. It’s careful.

“I heard the song,” you admit before you can talk yourself out of it.

His shoulders tense. Just slightly.

“Yeah?”

“It feels…” You hesitate, choosing your words like stepping on glass. “It feels personal.”

He swallows. “It was.”

Your heart stutters. “For me?”

Harry doesn’t answer right away. Rain patters against the pavement, filling the space where certainty should be.

“Part of it,” he finally says. “A big part.”

Something unravels in your chest—not relief, not pain. Both.

“I didn’t write it to win you back,” he adds quickly, eyes earnest. “I just… needed to be honest. With myself. With what I broke.”

You nod, blinking hard. “It hurt to hear. But in a way that made sense.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “I never stopped thinking about you. I just didn’t want to pull you back into something that wasn’t fixed.”

That word—fixed—sits heavy between you.

“I don’t know if it is,” you say. “Fixed.”

“Neither do I,” he admits. “But I know I don’t want to keep pretending you don’t exist.”

The café door swings open behind you, warm air spilling out, but neither of you moves.

“I’m not saying we go back to how it was,” Harry says quietly. “Because that version of us didn’t survive.”

You meet his eyes. They’re still the same eyes. Still dangerous.

“But maybe,” he continues, voice barely above the rain, “we could try again. Slower. Honester. Even if it’s messy.”

Your chest tightens. This is the part that scares you. Not the pain—but the hope.

“Trying doesn’t guarantee anything,” you say.

“I know,” he nods. “But not trying guarantees we lose each other.”

You stand there, rain-soaked, heart exposed, realizing that love never really ended—it just waited. Bruised. Changed. Still breathing.

“Coffee?” you finally ask. “Just… coffee.”

A careful smile tugs at his lips. Not triumphant. Not certain.

“I’d like that,” he says. “If you’re sure.”

You open the door, warmth brushing your skin, uncertainty following you inside.

You’re not healed. Neither is he.

But this time, you’re both standing on the line together—aware of how thin it is, and choosing to stay anyway.

Not fixed.

Just trying.

Trying again is quieter than the first time.

There are no grand gestures. No declarations. Just coffee that turns into walks, walks that turn into sitting too close on the couch without touching. Harry doesn’t sleep over. You don’t ask him to. Boundaries are spoken like they might shatter if said too loudly.

At first, it feels careful. Respectful. Like growth.

Then the cracks start to show.

It’s a night you didn’t plan for—him coming back late from the studio, eyes lit with that familiar fire, energy buzzing under his skin. You’re already tense when he walks in, because you know that look. You know what it means when music takes over and everything else fades.

He talks fast, pacing, hands moving as he explains a melody, a feeling, something that doesn’t quite exist yet. You smile. You listen. You try not to feel like you’re standing on the outside again. But still - it hurts. And still. You try to focus more on the radio that was playing a random station. Quietly. But anything was better than this pain.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, almost as an afterthought. “Lost track of time.”

You nod. “You usually do.”

It’s a small thing. Barely a comment.

But something shifts.

He stops pacing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You sigh, already tired. “Nothing. Just—nothing.”

Harry watches you, something defensive creeping into his posture. “You sound upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you say quickly. Too quickly. “I just didn’t hear from you. Again.”

His jaw tightens. “I told you I was going to the studio.”

“Yes. For a few hours,” you reply, voice steady but sharp. “Not disappearing until midnight.”

“I didn’t disappear,” he snaps. “I was working.”

There it is.

The old rhythm. The old fault line.

“I know,” you say, hands clenching in your lap. “And I didn’t say you couldn’t. I just—”

“Just what?” he cuts in. “Because it feels like this is turning into the same thing as before.”

Your chest tightens. “I was just saying how it made me feel.”

“And I’m saying I can’t keep apologizing for doing what I love,” he fires back, frustration spilling out now. “That’s not fair.”

The words hit harder than they should. Or maybe exactly as hard as they’re meant to.

“I’m not asking you to stop,” you say, voice cracking despite yourself. “I’m asking to matter alongside it.”

Silence.

Harry looks away, running a hand through his hair, breathing heavy. “I do this,” he mutters. “I get cornered and I lash out.”

“You don’t sound cornered,” you say softly. “You sound like you’re already gone.”

That makes him look at you.

“Don’t say that.”

“Then don’t make me feel it.”

The room feels too small again. Like the walls remember how this ends.

“I thought we were past this,” he says, quieter now.

“So did I,” you whisper. “But I think past it and healed aren’t the same thing.”

Harry sinks onto the couch, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. The fight drains out of him, leaving exhaustion behind.

“I’m scared,” he admits. “Every time you look hurt, I feel like I’m about to lose you again. And then I panic. And then I mess it up.”

You swallow hard. “I’m scared too. Because every time you pull away, it feels like I’m back at that door, leaving all over again.”

He looks up at you, eyes glossy. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know,” you say. “But wanting isn’t enough.”

The words hang there, heavy and familiar.

For a moment, you think this is it. The relapse. The proof that trying again was just reopening a wound.

Harry stands, restless. “Maybe we rushed this.”

“Maybe,” you agree, heart pounding. “Or maybe we’re just seeing the parts we ignored before.”

He steps closer, stopping just short of touching you. “I don’t want to lose you,” he says, voice rough. “But I don’t know how to be different overnight.”

You look at him—this man you love, this man who keeps trying, who keeps failing in ways that feel personal even when they’re not.

“I’m not asking for overnight,” you say. “I’m asking for effort when it’s uncomfortable. For staying when your instinct is to run.”

He nods slowly. “And I need you to tell me when it hurts. Not store it up until it explodes.”

You exhale shakily. “That’s fair.”

The tension doesn’t disappear. It settles. Bruised but breathing.

Harry reaches out, hesitates, then gently takes your hand. Not possessive. Not desperate. Just present.

“We’re still on the line,” he says quietly.

You squeeze his fingers, eyes burning. “Yeah. We are.”

No kiss. No promises.

Just two people standing in the wreckage, deciding—again—whether love is worth the work when it’s hardest.

You look at him after a while of gentle silence, eyes sad. Pained. “Is it really worth it?” You questioned voice cracking and he looks at you as if you had just slapped him “do you really love me?” Your voice quivers and Harry’s expression tilts to one of pain “of course I do.” Your lower lip trembles slightly and you squeeze his hand, swallowing thickly, no words manage to escape you, a tear dripping down your cheek and just like that Harry’s free hand moves to cup your cheek wiping the tear away with his thumb as the soft melodic music began to play from the radio… his song… neither of you say anything. Nothing is spoken. Just a shared silence. A shared understanding. Finally. “We can work it out.” Harry soon whispered. “How?” You asked. “You, come with me, to the studio… if it’s going to be a late one.” He suggested quietly and you slowly smiled. Softy. Another tear falling “that sounds like a plan.” You speak quietly. You both keep looking at each other. Two lovers on a fineline of falling off and keeping at it. His thumb strokes against your cheek again before for the first time a tear streaks down his cheek, making his eyes glassy, and you slowly cup his cheek as the music continues quietly and softly, you both cry quietly together, before Harry stops trying to stop himself and he pulls you into a tight warm hug his grip unmovable.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He whispered to you. Face nuzzled into your neck his breath hot on your neck and you clutched at him, lower lip trembling as you allowed yourself to slump into his embrace “We’ll be alright.” You quietly whisper. Even if you don’t believe it yourself. “We will.” He mumbles back. You both stay like that for a long time. Unmoving. Unbothered. In each others embrace. And that’s when you and he both realised it was the simplicity of simply understanding one another.

To understand. Is simply to listen.

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Hope you all like this one!!! I resonate sm with this story ):

Wounded hearts

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A/n: hi it’s been a while since I’ve written - so apologies if it’s a bit rusty. I hope you’re all doing okay. Requests are open again so please send in any requests you have! I will get through them asap. Thanks for everything. Much love.

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You and Harry had always kept your relationship hidden. It wasn’t out of fear, exactly—more out of necessity. The world loved Harry Styles, and anyone close to him became a target for gossip, scrutiny, or worse. You had agreed, early on, that no one could know. Just the two of you, secret smiles in the quiet moments, whispered conversations at odd hours, stolen kisses in the darkness. Safe. Away from this cruel world. You enjoyed the quiet moments with him. The moments where he felt safe in public without being worried and he would hold your hand freely. It made you feel like you actually belonged as a girlfriend and not just a piece in Harry’s very big world.

Until one night it all shattered.

You were sitting on the couch of Harry’s tour bus, headphones in, watching the passing city blur by through the tinted window. Rain pouring but it added to the peace you felt. You were an avid listener of Harry’s music. Cliche- yes - even you knew. But you were the biggest supporter of your partner. You drummed your fingertips against your thigh to ‘daylight’ as you glanced towards your boyfriend smiling lightly. He looked so handsome when he was concentrating. Harry was across from you, tuning his guitar, humming softly to a melody only he could hear. You smiled softly and once the song had come to an end you returned to looking at your phone finding another song to listen to. Everything felt calm. Ordinary. Safe.

And then it wasn’t.

A screeching metal sound—tires skidding, shouting from the driver, glass shattering. The bus jerked violently to the side. You were thrown against the wall, your head hitting hard enough to make stars explode behind your eyes. Panic and fear took over in an instant as you groaned in pain.

Harry had been thrown in the opposite direction his guitar having flown out of one of the broken windows being crushed under the weight of the bus however when his eyes found found you nothing else mattered apart from you. He pushed himself up despite the gravity trying to resist him, pain in his side but he ignored it rushing to you until his fingers curled around your hand - gripping it like a lifeline. “Y/N!” he shouted over the chaos, his voice raw, almost desperate. “Stay with me! Hey! Hey..!” He saw your eyelids fluttering and his hand quickly cupped your cheek “hey breathe sweetheart.. you’re okay. I’m here.. shit.” You could hear him sort of but most of his words were a blur.

The world outside the bus was chaos incarnate. Other vehicles had stopped. Streetlights flickered. A siren wailing in the distance, closer and closer. Fans, seeing the twisted metal, the smoke rising, had gathered, snapping photos. Paparazzi were already there, cameras flashing even through the haze of smoke and fear.

You were dazed, trembling, but the moment you saw Harry’s face once your vision had un blurred slightly—cut and bruised, eyes wide with fear—the world’s noise vanished. It was just the two of you. “Harry..” you whimpered allowing yourself to be vulnerable as you clutched at his shirt “it hurts..” you whispered, his hands finding yours again as his voice went in and out of focus as your head soon lolled to the side as you saw bright flashes recording the entire event. Your relationship with him not much of a secret anymore.. but you could only hope no one would share those photos. But you were beyond stupid to believe that. Paparazzi wanted money. Fans wanted drama. It was a never ending cycle of the cruelty of the limelight. The photos. They were everywhere before you could even process it. Within hours, your hidden life was public property.

The aftermath was brutal. Every outlet, every social media platform dissected the accident. The images of you both, bruised and bloody but alive, dominated headlines. Every fan had an opinion. Every paparazzo wanted more. Despite being physically uninjured apart from a few cuts here and there you were both mentally tormented by the fans and paparazzis demanding answers. Harry had always promised your insecurities wouldn’t become true. That he wouldn’t leave you for anything. However… you knew this would escalate an unfortunate outcome.

Articles continued for months. Not stopping. People demanding answers. The pressure crushed you both.

“Maybe… maybe we can’t do this anymore,” Harry murmured one night, voice breaking, as you sat in a quiet hotel room, trying to breathe beneath the weight of everything. The secrecy you had cherished had been ripped from your hands. The intimacy, the safety—it was gone.

You tried to fight it, tried to argue, but the tears betrayed you. “I can’t lose you,” you whispered, but even saying it felt hollow, weighed down by the world screaming around you. “I told you this!” Your voice raised as you burst into tears trembling hands moving to cover your face, Harry’s green eyes betraying his sadness as he quickly grabbed a hold of your wrists “I know you did.” He whispered in a sad tone, trying to get you to look at him but you refused to as soon you yanked away from him, shaking your head, pointing an accusing finger at him - yet no words came out. Only a sob. Harry could only stare down at the bed sheets, brows furrowed as he clenched his jaw. That evening was one of the roughest ones you had in a while. One where you felt so lonely with the person who once brought you nothing but joy and peace.

For a while, you were broken. Harry was distant, closed off, and you felt every shard of it. However before you and him said goodbye he bought you a flight ticket back home and took you to the airport. It was crushing. You hugged him, shared a final kiss, and you left. In tears. But you knew it was for the best. You believed Harry felt nothing but in reality he was just as broken as you. You tried to move on. You kept the pact up of “no contact” however despite hoping it would make you feel better it never did make you feel better. You tried to connect with your friends again but no one was able to fill the empty void. But life has a way of pushing you back together when it’s supposed to.

It started small. A text. A late-night call. “I… I can’t stop thinking about you,” Harry admitted, voice trembling over the line. And when you finally agreed to see him again he bought himself a plane ticket and came to you. It had been over 8 months yet it still felt incredibly fresh. But the moment the door swung open of your apartment and you saw him standing there, saw those eyes you loved deeply the hatred within you dispersed into nothingness as the walls came crashing down.

It was instant when you crashed into his arms his grip on you simultaneous as he refused to let go - lifting you up as he closed his eyes breathing in the smell of you. There were tears, apologies, confessions. The world outside still roared with judgment, but inside your small flat, there was only Harry. There was only you. And in that chaos, the two of you found your calm again—messy, complicated, scarred, but undeniably yours.

“I missed you.” Harry soon spoke and you smiled weakly “i missed you too.” You whispered face still streaked with tears. “You still want to punch me…? Still hate my guts?” He asked and you shook your head smiling softly. Tiredly. Before soon enough you were moving towards him, until your lips met his and you kissed him then, slow, desperate, like the universe could never leave you apart for too long. And maybe it could. Maybe it would try. But this time, neither of you would let it win.

After a while of reconciliation with each other and simply holding each other Harry soon pulled away, hand lifting to caress against your cheek “dinner tonight… out at the restaurant of your choice?” He soon asked and you were surprised but smiled and nodded “but… what about..?” Harry shrugged slightly “let the world hate. Let them spread rumours. I want you and only you… I want the world to learn of us eventually… in a good way.” He spoke and you smiled eyes twinkling gently before you kissed him again letting out a small laugh “that sounds good…”

And in those moments peace surrounded you once again. Even if the world hated you being together… at least the world knew. At least you got to love him without fearing about being caught. Rumours wouldn’t stop. And Harry knew that. That’s why he wasted no time in sharing you with the world… in his own way. Even if it made him afraid and uncomfortable he would do it for you… because - he couldn’t lose you. Not again.

Hi everyone! It’s been a hot minute since I last posted on here… I’ve got many requests to get through and drafts too - if I started writing again would you guys like it?? Or would any of you guys send in requests? I’m trying to get into the rhythm of things again but I just want to know your guys’ opinion on whether you want more Harry stories and what kind of genre/ plot? Ive genuinely missed writing so I’ll be writing either way but this is just a notice that I’ll be writing some stuff up and if you have any ideas or wants please send in a request or comment!!

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I am truly devastated writing this but seeing as this is, although a mainly Harry styles account, it too falls into the “one direction” category as well. And with that being said I am heartbroken at the loss of Liam Payne. He made my childhood incredibly special, along with the other boys. It is unfortunate and truly saddening. I hope wherever he is he is at peace now and no longer in any pain.

Words cannot describe how heartbreaking it is, how each morning I wake up I still pray it’s fake news. But I know it’s not. It is difficult to fathom that someone who made my childhood so special is just no longer here.

I hope wherever he may be now that he is at peace and can find solace. May he rest peacefully and have no more troubles.

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Warning: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

I don’t know why I wrote this but… here it is anyhow. <3 this was written by a very tired Amber at nearly 5am a few days ago so don’t mind how bad it probably is.

Synopsis: reader is doing her university work and Harry is feeling as if he hasn’t gotten any attention… so he gets your attention some other way…

TW: fingering, light swearing, orgasm denial.

You were sat laptop on your lap fingers skimming along the keyboard, Harry was sat his legs either side of your hips and arms lightly wrapped around your waist. It was all innocent and sweet, he’d press occasional kisses to your head but other than that he didn’t do much. However that all took a turn as you heard the tv be turned down a notch before he was pulling you back into his chest

“H..” you grumbled quietly “need to finish this. Then I’ll be all yours.” You murmured softly but you had said that for the seventh time in the row now and Harry’s patience was wearing thin. And within those few seconds he paused to think deciding what he would do before he gently pulled you further into him as he began pressing open mouthed kisses against your soft skin, trailing down to your neck, as his hand slowly slid down your stomach, trailing against the T-shirt you wore before trailing down to the front of your shorts where his hand immediately began caressing and rubbing over your clothed pussy. It immediately had your body igniting with pleasure as you leaned your head back, feeling his long slender fingers rub against the material of your shorts, stirring up a flutter of butterflies within your stomach “fuck..” you whispered, Harry continuing to kiss against your throat soon using his free hand— arm remaining wrapped around your chest to keep you in place but his hand lightly forced your head to turn so he could capture your lips in a heated kiss

He kissed you deeply and passionately as his other hand continued to toy with your pussy, rubbing in slow little circles before soon enough his hand trailed back up to your tummy before he slid his hand into your shorts pushing your panties to the side as he immediately began stroking his fingers against your aching cunt, easily sliding his fingers in and out of you as shaky breaths began leaving your lips your hips lightly jolting into his hand every so often “harry..” you whined out “need to finish.. finish this work.. harry..” soft gasps came from you as your head had soon fallen back onto his shoulder as his fingers continued working within your pussy, reaching deep within, the angle perfect as he hit your G-spot over and over again “harry..” you whined softly and only then did his motions stop “you want me to stop.. hm?”

You could only shake your head vigorously. You didn’t want him to stop no. And so his fingers began moving again, thumb lightly caressing over your clit your hips continuing to jolt into his palm as you whined and breathed heavily. Your whines grew into soft moans as Harry continued placing open mouthed kisses against your collar bone and neck over and over again, Harry felt the way your walls tightened around his fingers fluttering beautifully driving him insane but he remained composed despite the need to feel your tight cunt clench around his cock, however he wanted to focus on taking care of you. Of driving you insane first. As your movements eventually became more erratic, hips moving desperately Harry’s touch stopped making you whine and lean your head to the side kissing him “please please.. please..” Harry chuckled softly

“Pretty girl do you think you’ve earned the right to come, hm?” His words sent a flurry of butterflies throughout you and you whimpered nodding your head over and over again “oh but baby I disagree. You’ve neglected me… no attention… you know that’s not on.” He teased, playfully, making you whine “oh- ‘m sorry.. won’t.. wont do it again.. all yours.. please…” harry smiled but soon his fingers began moving inside of you again, deep pumps in and out over and over again as he curled up as he got deeper within you making you breathe faster. He kept a hold of you as he quickened his pace making your head lull back as you breathed heavily hips jolting as you began relaxing back into him

“That’s it, beautiful.. that’s it.. that’s it.. let go. C’mon. I’ve got you.” He pressed kisses to your cheek as you came hard on his fingers, “good girl.. good girl.. such a good job.. fuck that’s it.” He continued the little nothings over and over again as your hips continued jolting as he helped you through your orgasm but, even after that orgasm had settled down his fingers continued the merciless overstimulating pace as your moans grew more whiny

“Shhh baby.. I’ve got you… I’ve got you.. I love you. You can do it again.. i know you can.. you’ve got a few more in you.” He mumbled softly into your ear his tone driving you crazy as you just slumped into his hold, allowing him to take control of your body and pleasure as you put your full trust into him his touch magnetising, driving you completely insane. You couldn’t get enough. And he couldn’t get enough of the sound of your pleasure and the way you reacted to him… oh did it massage his ego just perfectly. He loved you so fucking much.

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I don’t share personal things often but I got another tattoo today, adding to the collection lol, I am highly addicted to getting tattoos now… but here’s another Harry styles one that I got literally an hour ago. IM SO HAPPY WITH IT AND I JUST HAD TO SHOW YOU ALL IT💗💗💗

Of course inspired by Harry song ‘two ghosts.’ I’ve now got two ghosts, fine line and TPWK, and a few other random ones. I’m so so so SO happy and am delighted to share this all with you. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH, NEW IMAGINES COMING SOON!!!

Take my medicine

Request: please please PLEASE DO SOME ANGSTY SMUT PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

Warnings: smut, face fucking, hair pulling, degradation, praise, female and male receiving, edging, drool/ spit.

A/N: as you wish anon… (; I enjoy how feral some of you all are because same… I went kinda feral with this one kinda just remembering how I heard medicine live. Who knew a man could make me scream so loud🤭🤭🤭 this one shot literally does not have a plot I just wrote and it came out… like this? Enjoy!

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Harry’s voice was annoyed his brows raised as he kept his eyes on you. You and him had been in a fake “relationship” for over two months now and it was starting to get to you. You were both acting so lovey dovey, he was all over practically you all the time for publicity but in the end you never got anything. You never got touched. You never got kissed meaningfully. You only got your hand held which was just stupid. You didn’t want the sentimental things, you wanted to be put in your place— you wanted to lose control. You wanted Harry to control you.

“Are you really that daft Harry?” You raised your voice at him and he stared at you annoyed, his back straightening and he exhaled “do enlighten me darling.” He kept a stoic look on his face and you glared into his eyes, a few steps between you both but the tension remained thick. Constant. Never ending. “You hug me and touch me when we’re in front of the cameras and when we’re alone you act like… you act like this!” You waved your hands about, realisation settling upon Harry’s face as he studied you carefully. Were you really in need of being touched by him? How flattering.

“I don’t want our relationship to be fake! I want us to mean something! I don’t want to feel like a thing someone can pass around I just want to feel loved!” You were spiralling into a complete meltdown, practically yelling the same thing over and over again at him watching as he slowly got closer to you before his hand came up to cup against your cheek before he leaned in capturing your lips in a deep sensual kiss, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, as you melted into the kiss body dropping slightly as you tried to move into his body- wanting his lips upon yours forever. He then eventually pulled away, you breathing more soflty “we signed a contract, y/n…” “it hasn’t stopped you any other time.” You quickly bit back at the number of girls he had slept with and “fake relationships” he had, had.

He let out a small chuckle lightly stroking his thumb against your lower lip as he studied you carefully before he shook his head “you’re unbelievable.” He slowly pulled your lower lip down his own lips parting as he admired your pretty lips watching as your plump lip finally snapped back into place “Harry please…” you whispered his green eyes studying you carefully, analysing every part of you before he hummed- he really didn’t realise how much you needed him. How desperate you were for him. It was sweet really… cute even. “Please.” You whispered again and he smirked “please show me you love me even if you don’t mean it… please.”

He didn’t let you say another word as he kissed you deeply, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck, hands playing with his hair as he gripped onto your hips pulling your waist into him as he leaned you into the nearby wall the sound of heavy breathing and you both making out being the only sound audible for a while before Harry’s hand snuck into your hair grasping onto your hair so he could yank your head backwards lowering his lips to your throat as he scattered kisses against your skin keeping a tight grip on your hair as you whined softly feeling your pussy flutter desperately. “What do you want? What do you need, hm?” “You” you whispered desperately fully submitting yourself to him and a soft chuckle left his lips, before his grip on your hair loosened making you whine in disappointment,

“Down.” He commanded you, your eyes widening slightly that disappointment disappearing into nothingness as your knees practically buckled beneath you as you allowed yourself to fall to your knees gazing up at him through your lashes your eyes wide and hungry, desperate for him. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, before pulling his jeans down and his boxers as he took his cock into his hand beginning to pump up and down, pre-cum spilling out of the tip as you watched with wide excited eyes “you want me to fuck your face?” He questioned the lewd words making your body throb with excitement and you nodded desperately making him chuckle “use your words.” You blinked slightly dumbfounded “yes… please…”

He seemed satisfied with your words before he gripped onto your hair tightly grabbing a fistful of it and yanking it into a makeshift pony tail before he without even warning you slid his cock into your mouth- the head hitting the back of your throat making you gag and moan all at once, Harry groaning slightly as he tilted his head back in pleasure his eyes fluttering shut momentarily only to focus back down on you, tightening his grip before he began to move his hips along with your head, forcing your head to bob up and down over and over again as his hips moved in time with your head— every time your head moved forwards he’d thrust in deeper, drool practically escaping from your mouth as it dribbled down your chin as he continued to fuck your mouth his grip on your hair not letting up as you continued moaning desperately, one of your hands reaching down to begin to play with yourself as your body rocked with every movement of his, his eyes watching you

“You can play…” his words were gruff and commanding “but you can’t cum. Not until I tell you, you can.” You were a moaning gagging mess but still you listened, sliding two fingers into your pussy and pumping them in and out your slick wet cunt, your fingers easily pumping in and out Harry watching the pleasure build up within you and fuck was it beautiful, the way your mouth massaged his cock so well and the way your mouth was full and eyes rolling into the back of your head every so often had Harry weak at the knees and before he could’ve even stopped himself he was coming, hard right in your mouth, you moaning as he rode out his own orgasm yet his eyes remained watching you carefully watching as your hips bucked your moans growing louder, sending more vibrations through his cock “fuck-“ he tightened his grip on your hair watching as your face twisted and he pulled out of your mouth “stop.” He commanded your fingers halting before removing themselves from your aching heat “Harry please…” “shh. Good girl. Get up. Go lay down on the bed.”

You could barely stand but you did managed to with his help as you wobbled over to the bed, thighs trembling, before you collapsed down onto the bed, the bed creaking as Harry crawled towards you his hands instantly pressing against your thighs spreading your legs further apart as he lowered down to your heat which was clenching around nothing, desperate, he chuckled “needy hm?” You nodded fervently and Harry wasted no time in licking a strip up your pussy before he took your clit in between his lip, sucking and nipping as your hips bucked whines leaving your lips as you breathed heavily two of his fingers inserting into your pussy as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you curling them every so often at such an angle they continuously hit your G-spot over and over again, making your hips squirm and Buck your breathing heavy. Harry fluttered his tongue against your clit over and over again as you whined, him feeling the way you clenched around his fingers and he removed his fingers immediately “ah ah ah… patience y/n… patience…” he spoke before standing from the bed, making you whine, watching as he moved to crouch by the bed somerhing opening before you heard a familiar low buzzing seeing a familiar vibrator held in his hand

“Harry what the fuc-“ “mind your language, y/n. Shh… we’re in a relationship. We’re exploring one another aren’t we?” He chuckled softly before settling in between your thighs again the vibrator on the highest setting which instantly made it impossible to hold back, Harry holding it there with one hand his other hand tracing along your pussy as his tongue soon delved into your heat, tongue fucking you so deeply you were certain you were seeing stars— hell you couldn’t remember your own name at one point, screams and cries beginning to leave your lips as he kept the vibrator pressed to your clit “cum… cum right fucking now.” He demanded and as you let yourself go, Harry admired you, watching how beautiful you looked. How perfect you looked. And as he helped you ride your orgasm out he smirked slightly, until eventually your shaking thighs fell limp, your body relaxing- satisfied… eyes soon watching as he hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss

“I love you.” He murmured into your lips, before pulling back to look into your eyes “and I mean it… I always mean it.” He cupped your cheek in his hand before capturing your lips in another deep sensual kiss. Maybe this little fake relationship would turn into a much bigger problem for the both of you.

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

Hero

Warnings mature: mention of abuse, harm, guilt, lots of fluff at the end, gore, manipulation- please don't read if any of these things are sensitive to you. Thank you(:

A/N: this was fairly hard for me to write such “abusive” topics. It’s not for those sensitive so please do not read if sensitive to any abusive scenarios. This was requested but requester preferred to remain anonymous.

"Jack, please, for the love of god me and Harry are just friends!"

Your voice trembled ever so slightly as you stare at the man in front of you, his jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists and his eyes practically black... wait- no. They were jet black. This was the Jack that terrified you. When you first met him which was over two years ago he was such a sweetheart, a loving charming man but then something switched within him and he turned into this angry beast of a man who hated anyone you got close to, even women... he despised it and what frightened you most was the fact that you knew he was starting to hate you.

"How many times?" He spat out and you stared at him shocked, your brows raising "excuse me?" You asked in complete shock. "I asked how many times!" He raised his voice getting closer and closer to you backing you up into the wall and you let out a shaky breath "how many fucking times did you sleep with Harry?" He asked and you blinked, confused "what- wait- I never slept with him he's just my friend! I promise!" You exclaimed practically begging him to believe you, his nostrils flared as he glared down at you, his breathing quickening as he seemingly resisted the urge to slap you. "I'm not a fool y/n.... So you either get fucking rid of him or I'll make you regret it. You have an hour to sort this bullshit out." he said before he brought his hand back and in one swift moment slapped you right across the cheek.

Your hand desperately cradled your burning cheek as you stared at him utterly confused at his outburst, watching as he walked away moving into the living room, the slap stung slightly but he had done much worse. You stood there for a couple of moments, words unable to find there way out of your mouth as you stood and stared. As the stinging faded you let out a shaky breath before making your way upstairs, pausing just on the third step, hearing the sound of a beer being opened. Great. You ignored it though moving upstairs as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, sitting down on your bed as you sighed softly, staring straight at Harry's contact. You didn't want to get rid of him but if you didn't you'd get hurt... you didn't want to pick Jack over him but you were scared what Jack would do to you and even Harry himself.

You took a deep breath pressing the FaceTime icon at the top of the screen and within a few seconds Harry had answered, he was sat in his car, hair messy and AirPods resting in his ears "hey stranger" he said with a beaming smile which you wished to return but you felt miserable. "hi H" you said softly, a weak smile tugging at your lips "what's wrong?" Harry asked almost instantly sensing something was wrong "um..." you cleared your throat letting out a little sigh "did j-" he started but the camera went spiralling as a few cuss words were heard from Harry's end, "oops- fuck, shit, bloody hell. Im so sorry y/n, just dropped you" he said as a soft laugh fell from your lips as you smiled, as he picked his phone back up, focusing the phone back on himself he was smiling but still looked just as concerned "sorry, continue what you were saying" he said with a little grin and you smiled "no no you were saying something," you urged and he shook his head "it really doesn't matter seems like you're in a rush anyways so you go first" he assured,

A small grateful smile formed on your face as you sighed "well, uh, you see um... I- I don't know how to tell you..." you said nervously and he studied your expression his brows knitting together "did Jack do something to you?" He suddenly asked his expression contorting into a protective anger, Harry had always despised Jack- he knew something was off with him from the get-go and you knew Harry didn't like him but you wanted to believe Jack would get better with treating you with respect but that "respectfulness" declined and declined faster than anything. A shaky sigh escaped your lips "no... no... of course not" you smiled but the look on Harry's face told you he didn't believe you "do you need me to come over? I've got no plans... I can come over and spend some time with you?" He offered 'yes' your brain immediately fought to get the first word but your heart immediately spoke "no no... it's okay- honestly. I'm okay. I promise." You said with a soft laugh acting as okay as possible but Harry wasn't stupid he could see right through you.

"Y/n you don't need to lie" he whispered to you, his tone quiet on the phone and you gazed at him, your eyes clouding over with fear and you blinked a few times "I-I'm okay. Jack just-" You said glancing up quickly as you heard a creek having to do a double take as you saw Jack standing there his hands clenched into fists and your eyes widened in fear and without any hesitation you hung up on Harry "babe-" he cut you off "don't you dare babe me you fucking bitch. Did you tell him? Did you tell him to leave you the hell alone huh? Or did you tell him something else?" He asked and you stared at him shocked "I-I-" "I- I- nothing y/n!! I gave you an hour you fucking whore." He yelled his tone aggressive and angry and as he practically ran at you, you clambered off of the bed "Jack calm down okay? I promise I didn't say anything to him" you said and he let out a laugh "don't act like I didn't hear that... are you stupid?" He grabbed your phone out of your hands throwing it down on the ground before he stomped on it, his fist flying towards you and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, feeling the vibration from the wall as he punched a hole into the wall just beside your head "I told you if you didn't end things with him then you'd regret it! Didn't I you stupid bitch" he spat out, your voice silent as you stared at him, you wanted to stick up for yourself but you were unable to your breathing heavy and uneven.

"I don't want to hurt you y/n! I want to love you! But you're letting this prick Harry get in the middle of us!" He screamed, seemingly having a massive tantrum right in front of you, his tantrum turning into a fit of rage as he began throwing things around the room, making holes in every wall possible, "HARRY IS MY FRIEND" you screamed having enough of his bullshit- you were fed up to the back teeth of his childish behaviour. Your yelling made him freeze, his hands dropping to his side as he looked like a deranged animal with rabies, practically foaming at the mouth with anger his eyes a terrifying colour.... He took slow steps towards you "please just stop. You're scaring me" You said more calmly and he stopped just in front of you staring into your eyes before he smiled, his face soft and loving but his eyes were a raging ocean "I love you" he whispered his hands gently cupping your face as he smiled pulling you close to him as he pressed a kiss to your lips "oh I love you" he said wrapping his arms around you swaying you back and forth in his arms "I'm sorry for scaring you" he whispered into your ear pressing a delicate kiss to your temple.

"You're so beautiful... so gorgeous... and you know what else?" You looked up into his eyes watching smiling softly, the darkness returning to his eyes making your skin crawl "and a dumb fucking bitch." He spat out, his fingers curling into your hair as he threw you down onto your ground and as you tried to fight back- getting onto your knees, he kicked your back forcing you to fall down your face hitting the floor harshly as his foot began repeatedly kicking at your stomach each kick becoming less and less painful, oxygen burning to find a way into your lungs, words of anger left his mouth as he used you as his kicking bag every little movement from you earning a kick in the face as you begged him to stop your begging soon dying down as you began to whimper in agony "I loved you! You wasted it all on him you slag" he said and as you felt like you were floating into an unconscious state, the kicking stopped and you forced your eyes open watching as a blurry figure began to beat the living shit out of Jack.

Harry tapped Jack on the shoulder and as the shorter male turned around stopping his abuse, Harry's hand adorned with rings swung to punch Jack right in the face, the rings leaving marks on his cheeks as Harry stared at Jack emotionless. He was pissed. In a rage. He wouldn't let Jack get away with this. Jack attempted to punch Harry but Harry grabbed a hold of his wrist, twisting it in an agonisingly painful way, before Harry swiped his foot under jacks forcing him to fall to the floor, a cry of pain falling from the males mouth. "Shut the hell up" he said before he knelt down grabbing a hold of jacks hair pulling him up forcing him to stand back up "oh they're gonna enjoy you in prison" Harry said and before Jack could even respond Harry had shoved him back down onto the door, his foot then mercilessly kicking at jacks body, before Harry stood over Jack kneeling down onto one knees, his hand wrapping around jacks throat as he began choking him making it impossible for him to breathe as Jack gaped and gasped for breath scratching his nails into Harry's tattooed arm to try and break himself free "are you going to do this again?" Harry asked painfully slowly making Jack gasp as he wriggled "are you?!" Harry yelled in his face making Jack shake his head repeatedly "no! No! I-I-I promise" he said and Harry kept his hand around jacks throat before letting go and grabbing a fistful of his shirt before using his free hand to punch Jack in the face. Over. And over. And over again until blood pooled out of his nose, in those moments harry didn't care, even if he himself went to prison he wouldn't care. "You sorry bastard." He spat out before continuing to reign punches down onto his face.

Your vision remained blurry as a dark tall figure stood up straight before he got closer and closer to you "y/n? Hey you with me?" His voice was oh so familiar "harry" you whispered weakly and he nodded "that's me." He said and without even saying anything you threw your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly "careful" he urged in a loving tone and you looked into his eyes letting out a shaky breath as the tears began flowing "I'm so sorry... I-I you're gonna go to prison.. I-I cant lose you.... Harry please" you sobbed out and Harry looked into your eyes before he took your face into his hands, a slight flinch coming from you as you were afraid but he gently rubbed his thumbs against your cheeks assuring you that you were okay "if I go to prison that's okay..." he whispered and you frowned "why? Why is it okay? Nothings okay" you whispered tears falling continuously and he made you look into your eyes "because you're okay." He said, a confused expression forming on your face "I don't care whether I go to prison because you're safe... you're alive and that means it's all worth it." He said and you looked at him your expression soft and he pressed a kiss to your forehead

"It was all worth it y/n."

You loved him so Incredibly much and wanted nothing more than for him to stay with you forever he was your safe haven. He held your face in his hands "you're safe with me okay? You've got no reason to be sorry. I promise I'll take care of you." He said keeping an arm around you as he took his phone out calling 999 and before he could even press dial Jack began trying to get up to make an escape, and Harry's tall frame immediately stood up "stay the hell down you sorry fuck." He demanded and without even having to say anything more Jack looked at him with a scared look before falling back to the floor almost dramatically,

Harry then crouched down beside you once again, his arm encircling around you as he pulled you close, his fingers rubbing up and down your back as he explained to the 999 dispatcher what had happened and within minutes a police car had arrived, two officers getting Harry's statement and then yours before they arrested Jack the asshole being removed from the room "would you like us to call an ambulance?" The officer asked and you immediately shook your head, Harry beginning to disagree with you but you shot him a pleasing look and he simply fell silent "no thank you, officer. Thank you for your time." He said holding you close and as the front door slammed shut Harry slowly turned to look at you "you're injured darling, you need an ambulance." He said softly and you shook your head "please harry... I just need to clean myself up and then we can see what my injuries look like from there on okay?" You said softly and he nodded "okay."

"Careful easy does it" he murmured helping you stand holding onto your hands tightly before his arm encircled around your waist "I-I really don't want to clean myself in here... please can we go to your place?" You asked almost afraid he would say no and as he looked into your eyes his expression softened as he simply smiled "of course we can." He said and you smiled gratefully. You knew it would be painful to go downstairs and Harry knew that too and without even asking him whether he'd happily carry you, he simply and carefully picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carefully made his way downstairs making sure each step was trodden on carefully so you wouldn't feel any pain. He cared so deeply about you and wanted you to be okay.

The drive to Harry's house was quiet, Harry's jaw clenched, his eyes flicking towards you ever so slightly every now and then almost making sure you were okay. He had noticed how your head was lulling back and forth, he knew you couldn't sleep without sound and so he very subtly turned the radio on "get some rest darling, I'll wake you when we're there." He said and almost as if you needed his permission to fall asleep your head fell gently onto the window, the coolness cooling your skin as you fell into a deep yet peaceful sleep.

What felt like seconds later a gentle hand shook your shoulder as you fluttered your eyes open gazing at Harry "we're here..." he said softly and you let out a little groan, your body stiff and achy as you tried to undo your seatbelt, your arms being so tired and Harry noticed that, and instead of making you feel bad about it he simply unbuckled you before making his way round to the passenger side of the car, pulling the door open as he leant down hooking his hands under your arms as he carefully pulled you out, wrapping your arm gently around his shoulders as he began helping you into the house.

As you got into his bathroom he helped you sit on the toilet seat "would you like a bath?" He asked softly and you looked at him tiredly "I... I..." you wanted to of course you did but you knew he'd see you naked as there was no way you'd get in and out of the bath by yourself "there's no pressure sweetheart... only if you want" he said gently his hand assuringly rubbing against your arm "if you don't mind" you said softly and he smiled "of course I don't mind" he said before standing up as he turned the hot and cold taps on before picking up two bottles of bubble bath as he smiled at you "lavender or marshmallows?" He asked and you smiled pointing at the lavender one and he smiled "good choice" he then unscrewed the cap before pouring the silky liquid into the bath before lowering his hand into the water and circulating all the water around creating mass amounts of bubbles and once the bath was at a warm temperature and at the right level he turned the taps off and turned to look at you struggling to get your top off, his expression softening "do you want some help?" He asked softly and you looked at him scared worry he'd judge you, say something to make you feel worse but this was Harry... Harry was the man you'd trust with your whole being and slowly you nodded your head "please"

He then got closer to you "can you lift your arms for me?" He asked gently and you did, a dull ache in your bones but it was okay. He then lifted your T-shirt over your head discarding it onto the floor, "trousers too?" He asked and you were able to unbutton them but you struggled to pull them down and he noticed that, his hands gently tugging your trousers down and once they were off he must've sensed the insecurity pooling out of you the slight trembles of your hands and the slight shake in your breathing only convinced him more and his hands took yours as he gazed into your eyes "hey... this is a judgement free zone I assure you..." he said and you looked at him sadly "it's not you." You whispered and he nodded allowing you to continue your words "Jack, he would call me names... slut... slag... fat... bitch... everything a-and I- I think he cheated on me... he must've... I mean who wants a wasteful bitch like myself anyways" you said immediately earning a disapproving look from Harry "no. We don't talk about ourselves like that. You're not a bitch and you're not a waste. You're beautiful and any man would be lucky to have you." He said and tears soon began freely flowing down your cheeks "you don't understand H" you whispered and he looked into your eyes "what don't I understand?" He asked softly "I hate myself" you spat out a hurt expression forming on his face but he immediately pushed it away "well then... I'll make it my mission to make sure you'll find that love for yourself all over again."

"I won't look I promise." He said softly, helping you unclasp your bra, he stood behind you his eyes remaining on the clasps of your bra and nothing else and like he promised he didn't look, turning around to give you your privacy as you got into the bath, but after a second or two he heard a desperate sob falling from your lips "help me" you said softly feeling useless and he turned around his hands immediately holding onto your hips to keep you stable, he kept his eyes on your eyes not making you feel uncomfortable what so ever "I-I can't get in" you whispered and he smiled "I'll help you don't worry" he assured his arm securely wrapping around your stomach before he effortlessly lifted you up and into the bath, the warm water immediately sending tingles up and down your spine, his hands holding onto yours as he helped you sit down "easy does it... well done... good girl." He praised with a soft loving smile.

You sunk into the warmth of the water fluttering your eyes shut as he drowned a flannel in warm bubbly water before lifting it out before wringing out the access water before he knelt down onto his knees resting his forearm against the edge of the bathtub, using one corner of the flannel to gently rub the blood from your face, his touch gentle and soft. Your vision was starting to get better, the fuzziness leaving as Harry became a lot more clear his soft comforting features bringing warmth to you as you knew you were safe. As you sat up ever so slightly he began to wash your back, you fluttered your eyes shut your breathing calm and soft as he continued cleaning you, washing your body for you giving you his undivided attention.

"Your cheek" you said, horrified, noticing the purple-ish bruise forming on his cheek "it's nothing don't worry" he said looking into your eyes, your wet hand gently reaching out cupping his cheek as you brushed your thumb against the bruise "I'm so sorry... I never meant for him to hurt you" you said softly and he smiled at you "I said it's okay. He's an unhinged crazy bastard. He isn't your problem anymore I promise." He said softly gazing into your eyes, oh how his lips looked so kissable.

He helped you stand out of the bath, opening a towel as he wrapped it around you and instead of letting go he simply held you to his chest, lifting you out of the bath until your feet hit the ground again, he held the towel at the back for you so it wouldn't fall down and as you took it holding it around yourself he let go "I'll go get you some clothes okay" he said softly and you nodded gratefully. After a second or two he came back with a pair of boxers and a baggy T-shirt of his "I'll leave you in here to get changed okay?" "No- please don't" you said softly and he looked at you "I don't want to be alone" you said and he smiled nodding his head "okay." He said softly. He kept his back turned to you as you put on his T-shirt and boxers and once you were decent he turned back round to you "you must be tired, yeah? A warm beds awaiting your arrival" he said with a soft smile before he wrapped his arm around your waist leading you to the bed, his king sized bed was comfy and warm... it was very comforting to be honest.

As you laid down he got in beside you, turning off the night light the light from the bathroom being the only light but you didn't mind. "If you need anything... let me know okay" he said softly, his breath fanning against your face as you nodded your head "okay, thank you Harry... seriously." You said gently and he smiled, even though the room was dark you were both still able to see one another "no problem... sleep well okay? I love you." He said and you gazed into his eyes "I love you too Harry." You said quietly but you meant it, and instead of either of you falling asleep or even moving you both got closer to each other "just hold me, please" you whispered and he happily obliged his arms wrapped securely around you, his forehead nestling against yours, your parted lips practically brushing against his, both your noses lightly brushing against each other and slowly but surely his lips sealed against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as your hand slid up to cup against his cheek, the kiss being gentle but passionate, soft but hungry. Tears of relief slowly slid down your cheeks as you continued to kiss him, his kisses soon moving up your cheek as he kissed away your tears "I love you so much so so much." You whispered and he smiled down at you "and I love you just as much my love." He said the pad of his thumb brushing against your skin slowly and gently "I love you more than life itself... I'll never stop loving you." He said and the more you stared into his eyes the more you fell in love.

"But as much as I love you.. you need to sleep... you need to rest. Okay? We can do whatever you want whenever you want but I just want you to heal okay?" He said quietly and you nodded snuggling further into him, your head resting against his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. His lips etching little kisses onto your forehead as he played with your hair ever so slightly, his fingers making patterns into your back as he kept you close your eyes fluttering shut as you fell into a deep peaceful sleep, the sound of his heartbeat and breathing lulling you into a perfect sleep... Harry was your hero... Harry was your second chance... Harry was a sense of hope.

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Hey love yes I did, working through multiple requests at the moment but I’ve gotten started on your request. Not sure when it’ll be out but might be out tonight(:

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Protective

Warnings: fluff, self loathing, hateful words/comments, insecurities, struggle with body image.

You had insecurities, hell everyone did but yours specially drained you to the point of exhaustion. Some days were better than others but just one rude comments could ruin your entire week. Some may call it stupid or even silly but you were sensitive, even to harsh comments. You tried to put up a tough demeanour and act like you had a thick skin but in actuality every word knocked down the steps you were building yourself, the steps where you tried to better your insecurities... the steps that would ultimately come crashing down.

"I honestly give up, fucking bullshit, fucking assholes, bastards absolute fuckturds"

Your words came out in a harsh way as you dropped your bag onto the floor kicking the apartment door shut with the heel of your shoe, your best friend river who sat in his gaming chair turning to look at you "what happened?" He asked placing the Xbox controller down onto the coffee table and removing his headphones as he stood up making his way towards you a concerned look on his features,

River was your best friend since childhood, you both grew up together and lived together, you were besties since birth practically or well that's what you and him joked about at least. He was born in the morning and you were born in the evening- late evening, so you're both the same age but he's slightly older and he being the pain in the ass that he is liked to brag about that. Constantly.

As you paced back and forth he watched on with the same confused yet worried look on his face "I was helping a customer... as you do and then suddenly he got angry at me." You said throwing your arms up into the air in defeat as river raised his brows at you "that's retail for you" he said with a soft chuckle being able to empathise with you completely "he continued to make the issue bigger and then he got my manager and my manager got pissy at me" you said anger on your face "been there done that" he said with an empathetic smile "but you know what? This is the cherry on top seriously- the customer got angry at me because I was helping another customer and he couldn't have the patience to wait! And then he called me a fat bitch!" You yelled on the verge of tears rivers eyes widening "he did not" he said in shock that someone would be so cruel.

"I'm so sorry" he said wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug as he instinctively swayed the both of you back and forth in a comforting assuring manner "don't let it bother you, you're beautiful inside and out" he said with a soft smile, your anger dispersing at his words. He was truly so soothing, he was your best friend of course but sometimes you felt awful as you didn't want it to seem like you were using him as your personal "therapist" but you knew he was simply doing what friends do. "And my manager wants me to work tomorrow now as well, saying if it happens again I'm losing my job." You whispered "and if that happens then that's okay... you're easily likeable and have a wonderful personality. You'll get another job instantly. I promise. And besides you've got me to help you... and remember, it isn't what you know it's who you know" he said beaming, throwing a playful wink into the mix.

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That next day- well you didn't have high hopes for it and well your assumptions were correct. It was absolute hell. Actually no- it was being dragged through hell by your hair then dragged back into hell then back through the other way. So yes. Hell but burning burning hell. Your manager was up your ass all the time watching your every move and you felt like you were walking on eggshells around him. As you were putting some loafs of bread onto the shelf you heard a commotion but paid no mind to it. "Her!" A sudden yell grabbed your attention as the man whom had an issue with you yesterday was back once again "she's the fat bitch who didn't satisfy my needs yesterday! Her! Slutty bitch" he spat out his words feeling like acid burning into your heart but you kept your cool staring him down "you done?" You asked your manager staring holes into you, but surely he would side with you- correct? "In fact I am not done! You useless pathetic miserable ignorant human being, you're lucky the world has space for you" he said, clearly on something. He wasn't sober. That was for sure.

His yelling was gaining quite an audience as customers stopped and stared "sir, please just lower your voice" you said calmly feeling belittled by him. He was far much more taller than you and slightly chubby and you knew he would hurt you if he really wanted to. "I will NOT lower my voice you useless bitch! You earn what?! $5.00 an hour? Huh? Well I earn far much more you useless fucking whore. Maybe instead of wasting your life away here you should go exercise before you have a heart attack" tears immediately pooled in your eyes. Was he right? Was he only spitting facts? Maybe he was right?

But before your thoughts could go on any longer you were snapped out of your thoughts but another males voice "is there an issue here?" "Yea there is an issue! This stupid whore of a woman didn't-" but before the bully could continue his words the man had cut him off "gods who hurt you? That's some real pent up rage." The voice was deep and as you turned to look at the man who was actually seemingly stopping the man from yelling you had to stop your jaw from dropping. He had dark hair that was accompanied with luscious curls, his eyes green and sharp and the tattoos that littered his skin... well woah... he was handsome, far too handsome to even be real. No way was he real. He stood beside you his frame tall and menacing but he seemed kind... soft almost. "No one hurt me. But this bitch right here didn't do what I told her to do! She's such a insufferable piece of sh-" but before the man could continue the other man was quick to stand in front of you "dude shut the hell up. You aren't going to get anywhere by discriminating on her. Just leave" He said coldly, his tone dark and unsettling. "I will leave once she gives me what I want!" He yelled and he sighed straightening his posture, the muscles in his back pressing against the thin white shirt he wore as he looked towards the entrance of the store nodding his head and within milliseconds two men in suits walked in, nodding at the mysterious man before stopping in front of the man who continued to insult you "sir you can either come with us willingly or we'll force you" the suited man said, sunglasses adorning his eyes and within seconds he was dragged out of there deathly silent.

The man then slowly turned around, you were then able to get a better look at his face, his skin was perfect- clear... beautiful. The cross pendant on his chest moved ever so slightly as he shifted his weight onto his other foot as he seemingly studied you, his eyes staring into yours. "Uh, thank you... for that." You said with a shy smile and he shook his head, a charming but small smile on his face "don't mention it." He then stuck his hand out towards you "I'm Harry, pleasure to meet you" you glanced down at his hand large rings adorned his fingers but you quickly snapped out of it taking his hand and shaking it "nice to meet you too, Harry. I'm y/n... just y/n" you just a small shy smile staying on your lips "well, just y/n- that asshole of a man won't be bothering you again for a while I assure you" he said the charming smile remaining on his plump lips. "Thank you" you said gently, appreciation remaining on your face as you smiled gratefully at him. "He's been bothering me for a while... saying the same stuff" you said a glimpse of pain forming on your face but you quickly shoved that away but you were quite sure he noticed it by the look on his face, he either chose to ignore it or just didn't notice it at all and you simply hoped it was the second option. You didn't want to seem weak in front of such a handsome kind man. "Seriously?" Harry asked seemingly incredibly concerned "doesnt your manager do something about him?" He asked and you stared at him before letting out a laugh, a slight scoff soon followed "he hates me. Despises me so sides with him daily. Yesterday I couldn't help him due to the fact I was helping another customer and then he yells at me calls me all the names under the sun and yet my manager sides with him" you admitted a frown forming on his godly features "unbelievable..." he whispered shaking his head as he gazed around obviously searching the shop for the manager into which you were quick to stop him from confronting your manager "but it doesn't matter... he's gone now that's all that matters" you said seemingly silencing Harry's next colourful words that he would say about your manager. You looked at the clock on the wall as you smiled sheepishly at him "I'd love to talk more but I've got to continue working I'm so sorry" you said apologetically and he shook his head "don't mention it, it's okay. I'm sure I'll see you around. Have a good rest of your day y/n" he said maintaining eye contact with you for a few moments longer before turning around and walking out of the automatic doors.

You continued working. Bored. Alone. Tired as fuck. It was nearing 7.00 and it was already dark outside, the street lights giving practically no light to the pavement. "Gonna be a joy to walk home in" you muttered to yourself checking the clock again. 20 minutes to go. The hands on the clock ticked by slowly, and before you knew it it was home-time. You grabbed your bag and coat before making your way out of the doors letting out a sigh of relief. Freedom. Finally.

The cold breeze brushed against your cheeks and you let out a breath as you closed your eyes admiring the peace and the gentle sound of cars driving around, you slowly opened your eyes only to come face to face with a familiar man "y/n?" He asked, his voice unsure and you stared at him in awe, how did he remember your name? No way would such a handsome man even pay any attention to you but he was... "what are you doing walking home alone? It's so dark" he said concerned and you studied his features before glancing around "where's your car?" You asked and he gazed at you, chuckling "just over there. Just finished work" he said the dim lights barely acknowledging the suit he wore. "Oh I didn't realise you worked around here" you murmured and he smiled nodding his head. "You still didn't answer my question" he said with a cheeky charming smile and you let out a soft laugh "I don't drive and I don't fancy spending my earnings on a cab" you admitted, shrugging your shoulders "Let me drive you home." He offered with a small smile "no, no need I'm perfectly fine walking."

"I insist"

The simple sentence made you fall silent as you simply smiled, no man other than river had been this kind to you... they had all just shrugged you off or paid no attention to you but Harry... he seemed to care. "I guess I don't have a choice in the matter?" You asked with a small shy smile knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer before you exhaled looking up into his eyes "if you're sure" you said gently and he simply smiled his eyes glistening with kindness "I'm 100% sure.... Besides, I'd prefer for you to come home with me instead of getting mugged" he said looking into your eyes, his hand gently moving to glide against your back as he guided you across the road... why did he care for your safety? Why did he want to care? Why did he care about you?

You stared out the window, watching the city go by as the both of you drove in silence. You had told him your address and he had assured you he knew where it was due to the fact he drove past that part of town every time he made his way to work. The silence between you two was thick but comfortable, you didn't know where to start, your brain mainly focused on the fact that such a handsome man would care for you. You just couldn't wrap your head around it at all. "Can I ask you something?" He asked and you glanced at him briefly, the rings that adorned his fingers sat lightly on the steering wheel, his fingertips gently rubbing against the material of the steering wheel "sure" you agreed with a small smile as you focused on his face getting lost in the fact his jawline was so sharp... he was just perfect. Gods. "Why don't you leave your work?" He asked, "your manager is a prick and you deserve better" he said and you let out a soft laugh "trust me I've thought about leaving. Everyday. For the last few months but I don't want to be left skint." You said softly with a light shrug "the only way I'm able to survive this living crisis is by working my ass off at this damned shop! I get paid good but every week it goes down. And down. And down. I just swear if I leave this job I'm going to be on the streets and I-I... I don't think I'd survive that" you explained, your voice raising more and more the further you spoke the shake in your tone only growing stronger but you soon noticed how the car was now stopped, pulled to the side of the road as Harry simply gazed at you, giving you his undivided attention his green eyes glistening in the light like some beautiful crystals. "But what if you could survive it, hm?"

You turned to look at him, the softness in his eyes making you practically melt as you sighed quietly "what do you mean?" You asked softly and he smiled "you've got a kind personality. You're wonderful. I doubt you'll be doing the same job by next year as you'll be moving onto something even better... why not make things better for yourself and do what you've always dreamed of?" He suggested, raising his brows and you smiled softly before shrugging "no one wants me..."

"Bullshit."

You frowned slowly looking at him "bullshit?" You questioned and he nodded "yes bullshit, y/n. I know I don't really know you but from what I've seen so far you're an incredibly smart, talented and kind woman who doesn't know how far she can truly go" he said a serious but soft smile on his lips. "Thank you... Harry..." you said quietly and he simply smiled, your eyes soon locking on the street and you recognised it immediately "oh, shit- I'm so sorry I didn't realise we were parked at my house" you said incredibly embarrassed and he shook his head "don't worry. I'm happy I could listen to you... and hopefully make you realise how you can still chase your dreams even at your lowest." he said softly.

A warm smile stayed on your face "I appreciate it. Seriously... can I offer you a drink? At my place?" Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at your own words. No way did you just say that to him. You were just digging yourself a grave weren't you? "As a proper thank you." You said and he gazed at you before smiling "I'd love that... if it's no trouble."

"So y/n tell me about yourself" Harry said holding a glass of Coke in his hand, he had assured you he wouldn't drink due to the fact he had to drive home. "Well I enjoy performing arts, everything and anything to do with acting, singing, dancing... writing even! You know?" You said beaming your eyes practically glistening with happiness and that made Harry's heart practically glow he had never seen someone with the amount of passion that you had. It was beautiful. "Well, why don't you do it? Do what you love?" He asked and you looked at him embarrassed "I would but.... Have you seen me? No one wants a fat slob on their stage. I'd take up all the room." You said forgetting who you were talking to as your cheeks flushed and you looked down "I'm so sorry" you said but he quickly grabbed a hold of your hand stopping you and you looked into your eyes "is that really what what you believe? Hollywood may be about the looks and all that fake bullshit- but acting in films or on stage is about your talent... what's inside of you what character you can build." He said with a smile. "Any director who says differently isn't a director. They're a judgemental piece of shit. And trust me I've dealt with those type of people... they aren't worth your time."

"Seriously?" He nodded his head smiling "seriously." He said gently. You sighed softly "I'm sorry for being such a downer... I'm just not confident at all... all my experiences with men have ended horribly" you said and he tilted his head to the side slightly "well then all those men are idiots." He said with a small smile giving your hand a light squeeze "men suck but you can't let them ruin your confidence and happiness... you especially can't let them ruin your self confidence with how you see yourself. Your body is your temple... your body is your home... treat yourself with respect." A small sad smile remained on your lips you wanted to believe him as he did make you feel somewhat confident but also intimidated. He held your hand in his grip "those men or well... I should say- those boys who hurt you... they're boys. Stupid boys who don't know what a real woman is. A real woman isn't perfect. No. A real woman is real. But that wouldn't matter to the right man as the right soulmate will always find their person perfect and you know what y/n?" He paused and you smiled "what?" You asked gently "you're perfect.... Let me show you how a real man should treat you."

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All yours

Tw's: mention of depression, and thoughts of self harm- (based on Harry's song- Matilda) if you're uncomfortable/ sensitive with any of those things please do not read on. (I am not sure whether I posted this or not but I found it in my drafts so… I’m guessing I didn’t. Either way enjoy!)

You were never okay. Not really. You were exhausted constantly. You had been to countless doctors all telling you the same thing "we don't want you to go on the pill for your emotions- you're too young. It won't have any benefits to you." It was continuous and it was a massive pain in the ass. It wasn't fair. It was in fact incredibly unfair. But again you were struggling, you wanted nothing more than to feel free and happy.

No one really noticed, everyone asked whether you were okay and when you'd lie they wouldn't even ask again... but you always shrugged it off assuring yourself that it just proved how good of a liar you were but deep down you had a horrid feeling. A horrible one... that no one cared.

Everything you said and did was a cry for help practically and no one really seemed to realise that or well... no one you'd think of.

It was a mass of events that lead to your emotional problems, a lot of things. People told you to let it go but you simply couldn't. You couldn't escape the way the depressive side of you held you captive. You felt dead inside. Literally. You had given up hope.

Harry was a close friend of yours but you rarely saw him due to him being on tour constantly, but you were proud of him. He was doing amazing. But that didn't mean you didn't miss him. You missed him so much. You were however always afraid to see him because however much you didn't want to admit it he could see right through your "happy" facade. He wasn't dumb and neither were you. You knew you could talk to him but you still didn't want to bother him whilst he had fun.

"Y/n!" Your mum shouted up the stairs to you and you put your phone down on the bedside table before getting up "coming!"

You made your way downstairs and practically froze, your eyes widening, your heart pounding. He wasn't supposed to be home for a year! "Harry?" You cried out ecstatically throwing yourself into his arms holding onto him tightly, the slight height difference between the both of you forcing you to stand on your tippy toes to hold onto him tightly, his arms which remained wrapped around your waist lifted you up as you held onto him tight not daring to let go of him, squeezing your eyes shut as you simply smiled. You had your best friend back. This was the happiest you had been in forever.

"I've got you" he whispered with a warm smile as he rocked you back and forth in his embrace, his arms which remained around you tightened ever so slightly to make sure you knew he was right there and wasn't going anywhere "she's missed you" your mum informed him into which he beamed happily "I missed her more." He murmured but you barely listened too preoccupied with the fact that you were in his arms once again. And you were safe. Little sniffles were the only sound that was heard from you and with every little cry Harry seemingly tightened his grip on you, supporting you further, he didn't dare let go of you as he pressed little kisses to your temple. "Feel free to take her upstairs and spend some quality time together yeah?"

Harry must've nodded as before you knew it he had lifted you up into his arms and was carrying you up the stairs. He was with you and you were with him. That's all that mattered now.

"So how are you?" He asked sitting on the centre of your bed as he held your hands in his, he knew you liked physical contact as it assured you so he kept a hold of your hands "I'm okay but I'm better now that you're here" you said with a soft smile and he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly "c'mon. I know you y/n..." he said and you looked into his eyes before sighing softly "I guess i haven't been too good" you said and he frowned slightly "mentally?" He asked and you nodded once again "yeah, doctors said they'd prescribe me with pills but never did saying I was too young" you murmured and he frowned before scoffing "they always say that. It's silly." He sighed before giving your hands a squeeze "tell me, what have you been feeling? Upset? Angry? Anxious?" He put out a small list and you exhaled "honestly a muddle of all those things" you admitted, his eyes softening as he sighed "oh darling" he whispered before pulling you into his arms so you were flailed out onto his chest his arms securing around you "it's okay to not be okay you know that right?" He asked and you nodded slightly "I know but...." You hesitated and he hummed assuring you to continue "you're the only thing and person that makes me okay..." you admitted looking into his eyes as he searched your face for anything as he sighed gently "oh y/n." He softly spoke his fingertips lightly trailing against your cheek. After a few moments he pulled back "do you want to hear one of my unreleased songs? It'll cheer you up?" He suggested and you smiled nodding "yes I'd love to" you murmured sitting back watching as he got his phone out and after a few moments he looked at you smiling "okay ready? This one's calling Matilda"

As you listened to the song your heart started pounding harder, your breathing becoming slightly unsteady along with the tears starting to form in your eyes. The song resonated with you and you resonated with it... it hurt your heart... you were able to relate to it so very much.

As you tried to subtly wipe away a tear Harry gently wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his embrace "you can let it go" he whispered into your ear as the melodic music continued to play, soothing you almost. As the song came to a stop you looked into his eyes "it's beautiful" you said and he smiled "thank you... want to know where I got the idea to write this song from?" He asked and you looked into his eyes "the actual Matilda movie?" You asked and he let out a gentle chuckle "nope... it's about a beautiful girl who doesn't realise how amazing she is" he said as you nodded listening to him "so all the fans then?" You suggested again and he smiled before shaking his head "no.... Okay want a clue?"

You nodded slightly and he hummed, thinking, before smiling "the girl I wrote the song about... well... her name is y/n and I'm looking right at her" he said making your stomach flutter with butterflies. This song was about you? Impossible... no way.

"I know how much you struggle... so I decided whilst on tour why not put together a song that you and everyone else could resonate with" he said softly and you quickly lurched into his arms wrapping your limbs around him tightly not daring to let go of him "thank you...." You whispered and he shook his head "just doing what a friend does." He said quietly laying back as he pulled you closer to him and you didn't dare let go of him

The next few days were good... great! But it was nearing the time Harry had to go back to tour again and as selfish as it sounded you didn't want him to go.

"Is there anything that you fear?" He suddenly asked out of the blue and you looked into his eyes "um, kinda... mainly worried about life.... Friends.... Not being able to see you for weeks, months, years" you admitted with a shrug and he nodded smiling at you "what if you didn't have to fear that last one?" He asked and you furrowed your brows "what?"

A mischievous grin tugged at his lips as he suddenly pulled a suitcase from beside him "your mum packed all your things..... you're coming on tour with me!" He said as you looked at your mum for confirmation as she simply nodded smiling and you let out a shriek of happiness before rushing to him wrapping your arms around him tightly "we can catch up on all the time we lost together, yeah?" He suggested and you nodded your head "I'd love that...." You said and he smiled happily

"Oh,"

You looked at him waiting for him to continue

"And one last thing" he said and you nodded about to say something but before you could he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours in a gentle but passionate kiss as you held onto him tighter, before he slowly pulled away grinning...

"I am all yours"

Can I please request one where the reader and harry are telling their families they are pregnant and when it was time to tell anne and gemma, gemma also surprised them with her pregnancy and they all get super emotional and excited (just all fluff!) thank you <3

Double surprise

A/N: OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!!! Thank you for the request lovely! I really appreciate you!! I hope this is okay and sorry it took a while to get out!! Thank you for the support! Love you all!!<3 I was debating whether adding a baby shower to this… so if you’d like a part two of the baby shower please do let me know! I decided to still add in something a lil more to add the sweetness!!

Around the dinner table sat Anne, Gemma and Harry. The discussion was loud and happy as everyone got involved in happy conversations but it was the subtle things no one seemed to notice— how you and Gemma whom occasionally drank at celebrations or get togethers, tonight didn’t drink anything apart from water or juice.

You were sat in between Gemma and Harry, Anne sat opposite you all. You had told your parents already that you were pregnant and they were beyond ecstatic, they were so happy, but now was the more nerve wracking part of telling Harry’s own mother and sister. Sure they loved you and cared for you but it was terrifying, hell you were terrified to tell Harry at first… Harry’s hand rested lightly upon your knee his thumb stroking small circles into your knee as he glanced at you a small reassuring smile on his lips before he leaned in lips brushing against your ear slightly “I’m here. Just talk… breathe.” He squeezed your thigh gently and you nodded

“No whispering at the table,” Anne teased with a playful smile and you let out a small laugh your eyes already prickling with tears “dear what’s the matter?” Anne spoke noticing the look on your face, Gemma too looking at you worriedly as she took a sip of her water and you let out a small shaky breath before you grabbed onto Harry’s hand gently “me and Harry have some news…” you spoke softly both women sitting up straighter and listening intently “we’ve been waiting a while to tell you as… we wanted to make sure everything was as it seemed… and..” you gulped slightly before smiling- you of course wanted to do something more special like maybe give them a baby grow to hint at it, but you hadn’t necessarily been that prepared. With your parents you just gave them the pregnancy test in a cute box and that was enough for them to be happy. But now this moment was more terrifying because you were worried how they would react.

“I’m pregnant.” Your voice was soft and timid almost both Gemma’s and Anne’s eyes widening as they both practically squealed “oh my goodness y/n! That’s fantastic news!! Oh my goodness my baby boy growing up too fast!!” Anne exclaimed with clear tears in her eyes, Harry squeezed your hand gently in a loving manner before squeezing three times in a simple silent gesture to let you know he loved you. Anne quickly rushed over to kiss all over Harry’s face making him laugh and quietly whine to her about the sweet move a mum always had to make. Anne then pulled you in for a tight hug whilst Gemma hugged Harry the siblings hugging for a few moments longer before eventually Gemma moved to you pulling you in for a hug and holding onto you tightly “congratulations… I’m so happy for you… seriously.” She squeezed you tightly before pulling back to look into your eyes “you look sad” you noted and she let out a small laugh shaking her head “no. I’m not sad… I just can’t believe my younger brother is about to become a dad… the boy who was once tiny…” Harry watched with loving eyes and he pouted his lower lip slightly “don’t gem, you’ll make me cry.” Harry spoke with a small chuckle genuinely seeming emotional as Anne again tackled Harry into a tight hug. Gemma then grabbed onto your hands as you looked into her eyes “I’m pregnant too.” Her voice was soft, and your eyes widened slightly not sure whether you had heard right “what?” You sounded surprised, gemma nodding her head with a tearful smile Harry and Anne now extra interested in the conversation “no way!” You let out a small laugh tears engulfing your vision before you hugged her tightly again, swaying the both of you from side to side.

“Gemma’s pregnant too.” You spoke and Harry looked shocked, Anne covering her mouth with her hands as you and Gemma continued to laugh softly still embracing one another the moment tearful and emotional. “Wait seriously?” Harry spoke and Gemma nodded finally letting go of you as she moved to her bag next to the table, pulling out a small box “I was going to give this to you mum… for you to open… look…” she opened the box herself showing the baby toy and a baby grow that said ‘best grandma’

Anne let out a happy laugh and quickly pulled Gemma into a tight hug holding onto her securely as she realised that both her children had grown up far too quickly for her liking “oh my goodness my baby girl and baby boy growing up far too quickly!” Gemma might’ve rolled her eyes or groaned at any other time but this time she just leaned into her mother and sniffled slightly the moment emotional and sweet. You held onto harry as he pressed small kisses to your head, before he eventually moved too to embrace Gemma in a tight bear hug practically and you smiled… oh how special this moment was. You smiled watching as Gemma held onto harry tightly the siblings clearly overcome with a lot of emotion. It made you emotional. Anne soon came over to hug you again holding you tightly in her embrace “what do you want?” She asked softly and you smiled “I don’t mind… I just want a happy healthy baby.” You admitted with a small smile “how about Harry?” She questioned and you let out a small giggle “he said a girl… so he can treat her like a princess. Our baby’s going to be spoilt rotten.” You laughed out happily, Anne squeezing your hands gently before pulling away to look at the surprise gift Gemma had given her, and you melted into the sudden embrace of Harry wrapping his arms around your waist his hands caressing against your tummy delicately and he hummed pressing small kisses to your neck. “See? I told you it would be fine.” He spoke softly and you smiled before slowly wrapping your arms around him holding onto him tightly refusing to let go of him as you played with his hair gently pressing small kisses to his cheek, that evening was so very sweet.

The next day you were still buzzing with happiness from telling Gemma and Anne. And funnily enough today was the day of your first ever scan. You were terrified but Harry was going with you. You were nervous as hell, picking at your lip in the waiting room, Harry’s arm wrapped around you as he pressed small kisses to your head every now and then “everything’s going to be fine.” He reassured softly. “What if there’s no heartbe—“ “shh.. baby you’re worrying yourself too much. This is your first ever scan. I know you’re worried but it’s all going to be just fine. Stress isn’t going to help..” he spoke to you tenderly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek “just breathe… I’m right here.”

Another fifteen minutes passed and Harry just continued comforting you and reassuring you until your name was called and you slowly stood up, intertwining your fingers with Harry’s as you began walking with him in the direction of where the doctor stood, a small smile on the young woman’s face “hello there y/n. Come on in. Take a seat and I’ll get you all set up…” you took a nervous seat, Harry keeping a hold of your hand to help you sit down, and he just stood by your side keeping a hold of your hand. Soon enough your T-shirt was being rolled up and the cold gel was being spread across your stomach, the probe like device pressing into your stomach as you looked up at Harry worriedly, his free hand caressing against your cheek lovingly and slowly “breathe.. breathe… I’m here.” His eyes were reassuring and comforting as you began slowly trying to calm yourself down until eventually the sound of the baby’s heartbeat echoed around the room your eyes widening, Harry’s eyes immediately filling with tears as he looked at you lovingly before glancing at the screen the doctor explaining everything necessary. You were practically ecstatic the smile on your face nonstop as you squeezed Harry’s hand tightly.

“Everything seems good. A strong heartbeat and a happy baby.” The doctor chuckled out softly “I’ll just go get you some cream that you can apply to your stomach, to stop the tenderness that you rung up about last week.. I’ll be right back.” She then stood up and left the room, Harry taking it to his advantage as he pulled you close kissing you deeply before pulling back to look into your eyes

“See? I told you everything would be fine.” He spoke to you softly before he smiled his grin slowly growing clear excitement within him “We’re having a baby together y/n!” he spoke with a wide smile and you grinned at him nodding your head “we are..” you stroked your fingertips against his cheeks lightly before kissing him gently… you were having a baby with your best friend. The man you adored… you were finally starting a family…. Finally. And you couldn’t help but feel incredibly special. And Harry was beyond excited, he couldn’t wait, and he couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off his face. He knew you were the one.. the one he wanted to settle down with. Marry. To start a family with. To spend the rest of his life with. Forever and ever.

Can you do one where reader and him are best friends and he walks in on her changing and they both get really flustered? from his pov?

Delicate point of view

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!!! So sorry for not getting back to it!! My apps been buggy and hasn’t been showing me any submissions but it’s starting to work again!! I hope you didn’t have to wait too long for this… thank you for the support my loves. I adore each and every one of you!!

This as requested will be in Harry’s POV but I’ll be using ‘him’ I can just write easier that way instead of using ‘I’ and of course adding in ‘you/y/n’ whenever applicable. I hope that’s okay my love. Thank you again for the request!!

Pairings: Harry x insecure! Reader (decided it could make it more cute!!) exact weight/ body not specified to be all inclusive for different insecurities!!

Harry had, had a busy day at the recording studio. He was a busy man with a busy schedule and sometimes it was impossible to spend time with those he loved however he had found some time to finally spend some time to relax with you— his best friend. You had been his friend for a long time, since childhood practically. You had both seen each other grow. He had seen you on your best days and worst days and had seen you grow into a mature beautiful woman. He always adored you, seeing you as the most gorgeous person ever but he never made any advances upon you. Not because he didn’t want to but because he didn’t know how you felt, you sometimes seemed like you wanted him but then at other points you seemed to not want him…. Whether that be due to insecurity or fear of something certain he couldn’t of been sure but gods did he wish he could be with you sometimes. You were both intimate people whom adored one another but nothing ever pushed you guys over the edge of dipping your toes into the depths of love.

He slowly pushed your front door open, he had sent you a message letting you know he was coming to yours for a bit and you were in the shower but your phone had been left on the messages so it indicated you had seen it so Harry walked into the home, quietly shutting the door behind him. He then began walking upstairs wandering into your room gently pushing the door open “y/n I’m here and—“ “HARRY!!” His words were cut off by your voice as you stood there wide eyed dressed in just your underwear and bra. “ohhhh… shit.” He cussed as you both stared at each other wide eyed, his eyes trailed up and down your body a flush of red covering his face his green eyes wide as he admired you thoroughly, he could’ve looked at you all day- admiring all the curves on your body. The tone of your skin… the way your skin looked so soft and delectable… it made his heart race. You genuinely looked perfect to him. His eyes continued scanning up and down your body, unable to look away. Harry had always been the perfect match for you, you were insecure and desperately needed someone to uplift you. Sometimes your weight and body in general scared you and Harry didn’t hesitate to- as your best friend- assure you that weight didn’t matter. Assure you that a real man or a real mature human being would love you as you were… but still right now you were scared shitless. What if he thought you were ugly? you were just unable to speak in general too shocked and rather horrified that your handsome best friend was here staring at you practically nude. Your mouth opened and closed over and over again like a fish, unable to get your words out until eventually— “Harry cover your eyes!!!” Came from your lips and Harry quickly threw a hand over his eyes his ring covered fingers covering his eyes “Jesus Christ y/n..” he chuckled shaking his head “don’t peak!! I swear to god harry,” his cheeks were flushed bright red and he only laughed keeping his eyes covered, “don’t laugh Harry oh my god!! How embarrassing. Oh my god my best friend just saw me nude!” He continued chuckling at your rambling and just for your comfort to make you more comfortable he turned around.

His hands rested on his hips as he stared at the door listening to you rummage around clearly trying to get dressed “I don’t know why you’re freaking out so much, y/n.” He spoke. “Because YOU Harry fucking styles!! My BEST FRIEND!! Saw me…. Nude! Saw my body!” He could see your shadow moving slightly proving your hands were moving about as you practically freaked out more. He laughed still bright red “not completely nude…” “Harry! Not the point!” His dimples appeared as he grinned.

He heard you groan slightly as you nearly tripped up from putting on your jeans so quickly, your hands trembling your face flushed and your eyes watering fearfully. Harry was genuinely the kindest human being ever but still it terrified you for him to see you like this. “You okay?” He asked and you nodded, before eventually remembering he couldn’t see you and murmuring a quiet “yeah.”

You pulled on your T-shirt as finally you were fully dressed again and Harry turned around looking at you with a small smile before his smile disappeared “hey… what’s the matter?” His brows furrowed concerned and he walked towards you only for you to step backwards “y/n… hey.” He reached out grabbing onto your trembling hands holding onto your hands securely before he brought your hands up to his lips pressing soft kisses to your hands “what’s wrong. You look like you’re about to cry,” he pointed out concerned for you watching as you tried to shy away but he gently cupped your cheek in his hand. He knew the look on your face, he wasn’t stupid, he saw the insecurity the way the fear and sadness flashed before your eyes and he exhaled softly “let me guess… you’re afraid I think you’re ugly?” His words hurt your heart and you looked at him, your lower lip trembling slightly giving him the answer he needed. Sure you were both only best friends but he was always so tender with you. “Darling… don’t be silly. You’re beautiful inside and out… and seeing you without clothes on…. You’re just more gorgeous.” He spoke with a reassuring smile. “Really?” And he nodded his head “of course really. Cant you see my face..?” He chuckled out and you took time to finally examine his face cheeks bright red, eyes glistening, and a wide smile on his face his dimples very apparent. “Oh…” you trailed off softly and he smiled before holding your face in his hands stroking his thumbs against your cheeks lovingly “you’re so so beautiful… the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Soon in a rather intimate way Harry leaned in to press soft kisses against your forehead, before trailing the kisses down your cheeks, across your nose, to your other cheek and down to your chin gently avoiding your lips “every part of you. Your nose…. Your cheeks… your lips.. your eyes… your body. All of you is… perfection.” He always knew how you were insecure, how you tried to fit in how perfect you tried to be how the pressure of society was nowadays to have a “perfect” body and perfect face. “Do you really think I’m beautiful? Perfect?” You asked with teary eyes and he nodded his head slowly “of course.” He continued stroking his thumbs against your cheeks softly “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again… whatever you weigh. Whatever anybody weighs… to the right person… it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. But there’ll always be judgemental people out there… but no matter what my love… you’re beautiful…. Fuck what anyone else thinks. You’re my best friend and I think you’re perfect. I know you’re perfect.”

You smiled staring into his eyes watching as he began getting closer and closer until his lips were brushing against yours in a subtle kiss, as if making sure it was okay with you, but you didn’t respond— too shocked, but at you not pulling back, he took that as a yes and leaned in kissing you more deeply pressing his lips hard against yours but the tenderness remained, his hand caressing against your cheek, before eventually he pulled back after a singular kiss to look into your eyes “and… also…” his thumb brushed against your cheek “butterflies can’t see their wings, but they’re beautiful without knowing it.” His lips curved into a small smile as your smile slowly grew and you leaned in kissing him realising just how perfect you both were for each other… the butterflies within your stomach swirled desperately. Oh how you loved him and oh how he loved you.

Request: can you please write something cute with Harry and like 7 year old daughter please!! + y/n?! Ty!!!

Warning!! Cuteness overload! A/N I have NO idea what I was writing about but I guess I hope this is okay!

You had, had an overly busy day and finally you were able to head home. Today was Halloween and the kids were already out causing a nightmare. Sure Halloween was fun but still you didn’t like working during it. Here you were unlocking the front door, looking forward to see your husband and, daughter Florence. As soon as you had opened the door you were hit by a strong smell of… something. Your nose crinkled slightly in disgust before you shut the door quietly. As you made your way closer and closer to the living room the smell got more and more potent before eventually you had stopped outside of the door seeing Harry sat on the floor, talking sweetly to Florence, whom was jumping up and down with a nail varnish pot that had a piece of paper wrapped around it which said ‘pleasing’ clearly the little girl wanted to paint her daddy’s nails with his own brand of varnish but that stuff was expensive so he had to get around it somehow.

“Is someone learning to be a makeup artist?” You spoke up, Florence looking at you with a massive grin as she nodded Harry looking to you with a small smile “let’s show mummy yeah?” Florence nodded excitedly grabbing onto Harry’s wrist and lifting it up to show you the… art.. she had created on his hands. The paint was all over his fingers practically, going way past his nails, some of the nail varnish even covering his tattoos. You let out a small laugh “oh wow that’s beautiful.” You smiled looking at Harry who was still remaining a good sport. “Flo has used many different colours. Haven’t you sweetheart.. tell mummy.” He spoke, the little girl looking at you with excitement “yes! Daddy loves blue so I did blue!! Pink!! Black and…” she looked at Harry who looked at her with such a loving look “white.” He spoke, Florence nodding excitedly “that’s beautiful..” you spoke before you walked over to Harry and pressed a kiss to his lips “I’m going to clean up.. have fun…” you giggled out, Florence scrunching her face up as she whined out a “ewww” making both you and Harry laugh.

As you went upstairs Florence went back to decorating his nails “daddy can I do your nails for your concerts?” She asked excitedly and he chuckled nodding his head “sure.” He spoke watching as she burst with excitement again, nearly sending the nail varnish everywhere if it wasn’t for Harry’s quick movements his large hand surrounding her smaller one “hey… no throwing.” He watched her continue to bounce up and down, not listening to him, in her own world “hey… hey… Flo..” he tried to grab her attention but still she wasn’t focusing “Florence.” He spoke more clearly and she paused looking at him “listening ears on, yeah?” She nodded slowly giving him the nail varnish and leaning into him holding onto him tightly

“Daddy” she spoke softly and he hummed “can you dress as Peter Pan and I go as Wendy?” Harry let out a small laugh, last year he was a princess with her, the other year he was the beast and this year… well… he was now Peter Pan. Clearly. “Of course darling. Anything you want.” She smiled excitedly and kissed his cheek over and over again excitedly “can you paint my nails too?!” Harry nodded and happily did as she wanted, painting her nails oh so delicately, holding her small hands in his palm and carefully stroking the brush over her nails slowly and gently and eventually he had completed on doing her nails, constantly having to keep her hands out of her mouth and keeping her wrists down but explaining “toxic” things to a seven year old wasn’t exactly easy.

eventually nighttime had come and you and Harry had come up with outfits for him and Florence. Here you were laughing and taking pictures of Harry who was still being a good sport but did not look comfortable whatsoever. Florence looked pretty in her dress and Harry was wearing tight green trousers, a green T-shirt that had holes in it and a random cap but the effort was what mattered. You laughed continuously to the point you were certain you were going to pee yourself and eventually he had taken Florence’s hand and they were both going trick or treating. You loved that man so much.

The evening passed by slowly and eventually the two were back and Florence was eating her dinner, Harry stood by you his arm wrapped around your waist

“Trick or treat…” he teased you still wearing the tight outfit. “Trick…” you hummed out and he smirked before leaning in and kissing you deeply but gently all at once.. oh how you adored him.

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