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masterlist key:

☾ angsty

ᡣ𐭩 fluff

ִ ࣪𖤐ִ smut

Boxer!Harry

a fight for us ☾ᡣ𐭩

harry's fighting for respect for his girl

i'm okay baby ☾ᡣ𐭩

harry's injured and y/n's his emergency contact

grovelling ᡣ𐭩

a silly little blurb

TattooArtist!Harry

girls who drink espresso martinis ᡣ𐭩

where he's an asshole but she's pretty

be mine bee ᡣ𐭩

harry officially asks bee to be his.

Pleasing Pâtisserie ᡣ𐭩

a silly little story about the business name

happy birthday my moon ᡣ𐭩ִ ࣪𖤐

it's harry's birthday!

so you wanna marry me? ᡣ𐭩 ִ ࣪𖤐

harry's overworking himself for money to afford for the future.

no big deal ☾ᡣ𐭩

something so small can mean the world to the other person.

Miscellaneous!harry

fratboy!harry x professor!reader

after class ࣪𖤐

fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.

Harry Styles

always come back to you ᡣ𐭩

harry finally comes back to her.

Dormmate!Harry

if only you knew, bunny ☾ᡣ𐭩

always can count on your dorm mate

just the two of us ᡣ𐭩࣪𖤐ִ

dorm mates becomes more

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just the two of us; h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!reader

summary:

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

warnings:

smut 18+⚠️

loud rap music blares through the crowd, the smell of weed and sweet alcohol hangs in the air as i stare at [y/n] from across the crowed house a tug in my gut and a green monster clouding my vision. i watch as he runs his hands down the side of her body, she throws her head back with laughter grabbing ahold of his bicep.

"woah styles, loosen the grip. in a second your drink will be on the floor." louis snickers giving me a nudge, i roll my eyes. "[y/n] would never go for him, if you're curious:"

my head snaps to him, "what? -erm i mean- why would i care?"

louis snorts shaking his head, "maybe you dont, maybe you do." he smirks walking away.

i shake my head before my gaze makes its way back in the direction where [y/n] should be. but isnt. my heart starts beating out of my chest, blood rushing to my ears as my eyes scan the crowd. i spot her rolling her hips against her friends crotch before bending at the hips and slowly rolling them. my bottom lip catches between my teeth as my jeans grow tighter against my crotch. my view gets disturbed as the previous man she was laughing with grabs ahold of her bicep, she looks at him before shaking her head no and pointing to her friend. before i can stop myself, my feet carries my weight over to her direction, i softly grab [y/n's] hand giving it a yank to hide her behind me.

"we got a problem?" i ask lowly looking at the man.

"yeah, the problem is you taking what was rightfully mine." he sneers causing my eyebrows to shoot up.

"bunny, you belong to this man?" i ask with humor behind my voice.

she looks at him with eyebrows furrowed, eyes blazing with anger, "no! we talked for about two minutes. i do not know you nor do i want to get to know you." she snakes an arm through my arm yanking me away from the man. "men are pigs! i swear it." she murmurs under her breath, a chuckle escaping my lips.

she leads me outside were theres a small group of people blocking the doorway, some smoking others drinking. i grab ahold of her hand and yank her in front of me before narrowing my eyes, all of the sudden the nasty green monster swivels in my chest again.

"why the fuck were you talking to him?" i demand crossing my arms in front of my chest, he eyes also narrow into slits, her nose flaring at my tone.

"why are you speaking to me with that tone?! i was talking to him because he came with some of my friends and i thought he would be a friend, but he started touching on me. i got uncomfortable and left to dance. the end." she states sternly before turning and walking in the direction of the dorms murmuring 'so overprotective'.

"dont walk away from me [y/n], we arent done talking!"

she ignores me and keeps walking, her shoulders hunched over, nose deep in her phone. letting out a groan i follow behind. "you look hot." i blurt out, my hand quickly slapping over my mouth shocked that i actually had the nerve to say it out loud. she's wearing a short skin tight black one piece that sticks to her skin like honey, nipples peaking through and the swell of her ass peaking out. she stops walking before straightening up and turning to look at me, her ears are burning a nice red shade at the tip of them.

"what did you say?" she asks in a whisper eyes wide like i had said the most obscured thing ever.

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

"i'm not a stickler for rules." i hum grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me. her face has the lightest dusting of red probably from the drinks she's had, but i'd like to think it's partly because of me.

"har." she muses eyes dazing over. "we-we cant!" her dazed eyes suddenly open to their full capacity pushing herself out of my arms.

"god you're insufferable woman i swear it!" i groan closing my eyes and rubbing my palms over them.

"harry our friendship is very valuable to me! i cant lose it because we decided to -well what would happen tonight if i told you i also think you look good? hmm?"

"i dont know probably ask you on a date then." i shrug my shoulders, my heart pumping as she frowns at me.

"what if we don't click as well as we think we would? i value our friendship more than wanting to test out a theory that would not work out." she sighs her eyes glazing over with tears.

"bunny," i sigh grabbing ahold of her hands, "what would change? absolutely nothing- well okay maybe if we did go out the only thing that would change would be us holding hands, kissing and what not but we do everything else the same. shit people always ask if we're dating if it's their first time meeting us. but to hell with all that, i cant help how i feel for you bun. i've always been attracted to you from the day you opened the dorm room and probably till the foreseeable future. you may not want me to feel this way but you don't dictate my feelings."

i watch as a tear falls down her beautiful face, a frown tugs on my lips. she quickly wraps her arms around my neck before placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "you make it so hard not to feel the same way." she chuckles while pulling away and looking me in the eye.

my heart soars at her words, a smile breaks out on my face as well as hers and before i can stop myself i press my lips against hers. feeling to jittery to hold back, "let's go to our room bunny." i sigh as i pull away.

"not so fast styles, i do believe you're supposed to take me out on a date before taking me to bed." she teases booping my nose.

"of course bunny, we'll go on a date." i hum grabbing ahold of her hand and tugging her along with me, "hm lets see the only place open at three in the morning would have to be waffle house." i tease as she scrunches her nose.

"hell no." she shakes her head tugging me in the direction of our dorms, "you can just take me to brunch tomorrow."

"oh fuck," i groan as my vision blurs, i drop my head to the crease of her neck and let out a moan

i grasp [y/n's] plushy hips and thrust deeply into her. i furrow my brows as i move back and forth slowly, receiving a few gasp and moans - here and there - they're breathy and light. i grab her face placing my lips on hers swallowing her whines.

"oh harry!" she moans sinking her nails into my back, her back arching off the bed.

"you're fucking beautiful." i groan as i take a moment to study her. her eyes rolling back in pleasure, nose flaring up slightly, mouth agape as small whimpers and moans escape her mouth.

my eyes trail down to the movement of my hips, pushing into her. i love watching myself thrusting my cock in and out, the view turning me on too no end. "god bunny," i moaned as i brought my lips to her neck. one of my arms wrap around her waist, bringing her closer to me, needing to feel her closer. my hand trailing down her body, i rub tight circles around her clit.

"oh my god bunny, you're so intoxicating." i moan loudly as she whimpers, "oh bun, i'm almost there." i mumbled to her, before sucking lightly on the column of her neck, my grunts and the sound of our skin slapping fills the small room. [y/n] lets out a string of profanities, her lips pressed against my ear.

"oh fuck," was all that escapes my lips before i find my release, i dont stop moving in and out of her. "cmon love, cum for me, need you to cum" i gasp at the feeling of being overstimulated, i watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head and mouth gasps wide open. feeling her clench around me she lets out a broken sob before we both turn to mush.

collapsing on-top of her i take one last look at her, hair disheveled, red cheeks, some dry tears down her face, lips plump, and glowing like the goddamn goddess she is.

"you gonna be my girlfriend bunny?" i ask and she looks at me with a wide smile slowly nodding.

"yeah har." she giggles placing a kiss on my cheek. "cant wait to rub the fact that i have a boyfriend - that i got on my own might i add - in my mothers face."

"it'll just be the two of us." i smile at her, she gleams up at me nodding.

"yeah, just the two of us."

another dorm mate story💗💗

-all the love

em

xo🐝

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if only you knew, bunny: h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!y/n

summary:

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

warnings:

TW⚠️ body shaming

unhealthy relationship with y/n's mom (body shaming, controlling mom, just a shitty mom overall) also really short sorry i just wanted to tease these two

A/N: guys the way this has been in my drafts for about 4 months LMFAO lmk if you would want more dormmate!harry x y/n!

part two

y/n's pov

The smell of peppermint vanilla carries along with the scent of books, soft chatter from the tv carries out in the small dorm, i glance over at the empty bed and a frown tugs at my lips.

"guess im on my own." i huff closing my book and tossing it to the side.

as i pick up my phone a knock makes me still, i glance at the door before walking over to it and slowly opening the door. my eyes catch sight of a lovely shade of green staring back at me.

"um sorry," he clears his throat, "my names Harry, and i think we're flatmates."

my eyes widen at what he says before my eyebrows furrow, "um im y/n, i didnt think i had a dorm mate."

"yeah 'm sorry about that i was in england for the past month, so i couldnt do all the orientation." he shuffles his bags and i snap out of it before throwing the door open.

"apologies, um i didnt think they did unisex dorms here."

"i wasnt expecting this either this is um C36 right?"

"yeah yeah you're right, well welcome to your dorm Harry..." i trail off not knowing his last name hoping he'd fill in the blank.

"styles!" he smirks holding out his hand and I place my hand in his giving it a shake.

"oh my god! harry!" i squeak covering my eyes as i step into our shared dorm, a topless girl perked up on his bed.

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

i peak through my fingers and find our room empty, just the two of us. "i would've left har, you could've asked you know i dont mind." i mumble dropping my bags on my bed.

"nonsense i would rather spend time with you bun, though uh -if you dont mind me asking- why are you back so early?" he asked sitting us on my bed, i sit crisscross in front of him before tears start welding up in my eyes.

"god that woman is so fucking cruel to me har." i gasp out a sob as tears fall freely down my face.

"whoa bunny breathe for me." harry hums pulling me into his arms, broken sobs hiccup through me as i weep like a baby into harry.

"i do everything she wants, im trying to appease her and nothing is ever good enough it's either 'you look too chubby', 'you're face looks dull, use more moisturiser.' 'are you working out?' i'm sick of it!" i hiccup, "as soon as i got there she just starts listening all the things i embarrass her with. 'no daughter of mine should be in college, i got a nice boy down the street who comes with money and would love to be with you if you lost a couple of pounds.' i dont want that har, i've studied my whole life to be here. i want to be a librarian, have my own little bookstore that is where my happiness is and im not going to let her drag me down." i finish my rants tears and snot running down my face and into my hands.

harry stays quite for a little bit, rocking us slowly back and forth, i feel his lips press against my head before he lifts my head to look at him. he wipes away my tears before smiling lightly.

"you're a fighter, bunny. im proud of you, for not letting this woman take control of your life. for being your own goddamn person." he whispered to me before yanking me into a hug and tickling my sides, a laugh erupts from me before i start thrashing in his arms

"harry! stop!" i laugh before he lays on top of my the air literally being knocked out of me, "oof! you fat ass get off of me!"

"gasp! how dare you!" he gives me a cheeky smile before rolling off of me. "want to go get fro yo? on me obviously."

"ugh!" i fake displeasure rolling my eyes, "only because you want some and are paying sure."

harrys pov

i watch as y/n throws a hoodie over her head, i pull my bottom lip between my teeth looking at her legs on display, nice thick thighs and a ass that would make god sin. her face fresh with tears making her glow as bright as a star, a beautiful natural blush on her brown skin, lips plump.

a down right goddess.

"can we stop by a 7/11, momma needs some chips." she smirks pulling me out of thought as i burst into laughter.

"you're a clown!" i snort sliding on some shoes and grabbing my lanyard, i open the door for her and let her slide through, taking time watching her walk from behind before joining her.

" 'm so lonely i might take up that woman's offer with the boy down the street." she breaks the silence shoving her keys in her purse, my heart plummets.

fuck no.

"bunny you can do so much better than a man that will only want you if you lost weight." i sternly say and she snorts.

"well im waiting and theres no one in a 20 mile radius that would want me."

if only you knew bunny.

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-all the love,

em

xo🐝

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I love tattooarrist harry and baker!y/n so much!! Can we please have more of them🥺🥺

No big deal; h.s.

Pairing:

Tattooartist!harry x baker!y/n

Summary:

"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."

POV:

Y/n's

Warnings: Slight angst

I watch as the candle slowly melts with a sigh leaving my mouth, the cold dinner left untouched and the wine was left getting warm. I look up at the clock and my frown deepens.

I'll be back at 8, just me and you tonight love.

His charismatic voice with a wink rings through my mind. The clock taunts me with the hands striking 10, finally deciding he wasnt showing, I shoved my chair back the legs of the chair weeping from the tension against the wooden floor, and started picking up the dinner left to waste. Wrapping Harry's plate in plastic wrap i shove it in the fridge when a black ball of fur swivels its way between my legs, matilda meows sorrowful and i give her a light smile.

"He probably had to work late 'tilda." I hum giving her a pat before walking towards our bedroom.

As i sit on our bed I pull my phone out and scroll through my contacts, clicking his name i put my phone to my ear and wait as the sound of the ringing vibrates through my ear.

I obviously couldn't answer I'm probably busy at work or with y/n. If it's important give her a call.

I let out a frustrated huff at the voicemail, "Where the hell are you? We had plans tonight remember? Just give me a call back please."

My body jolts as i hear the sound of keys jingle and the front door snapping open. I grab ahold of my glasses on the side table shoving them on and looking at the clock, 2:00 A.M. glares back at me. Are you actually kidding me? I put on my house shoes and walk towards the living area of the apartment, i watch as Harry pour himself a glass of water.

"And where the hell have you been?" I ask sharply as i glare at him, my hands on my hips Harry stops pouring the water and turns towards me with a frown.

"Out with Niall." He states bluntly taking a swig of water, a harsh laugh escapes my mouth and i nod.

"Did you forget something?" I ask with a sarcastic smile on my face.

He looks as if he's trying to remember something then shakes his head, "not that i recall."

Thats the fire that ignites my anger, "You made plans for us tonight! You wanted to have a nice quiet night in. I fucking made dinner, I had picked out a bath bomb for us to use. I even left work three hours early for this!"

"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."

No big deal.

"No big deal?!" I snap taking a step in his direction, "We barely get to spend any time together because you're always working late, you fucking promised me tonight and you broke that promise. You come home six hours later from a pub and expect me not to be upset? I mean fuck Harry!" I huff massaging my temples.

"Well maybe you should have called me!" He bites and i sigh shaking my head.

"You know what, this isnt even worth it." I hum grabbing my keys from the key rack.

"Where the hell are you going?" He asks moving over towards me.

"Martha's."

"Dont do this," he sighs, "look i'm sorry okay just dont leave please."

I take a look at him, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair disheveled and a frown on his pretty pink lips before taking a deep breath, "i need some time to think and breathe before i make a mistake and do something irrational, if we keep going at this it'll turn out that way. Please respect my wishes."

His frown deepens and brows furrow further, "be back tomorrow?"

"I have work all day, i'll be back at 8." I spit his words back at him before throwing the door open and making my escape.

"...all im saying is he's a prick, plain and simple make him suffer." Martha states as she wipes down the colourful table.

Marthas been giving me a lecture since i walked into her little cottage yesterday at 2 in the morning and she hasnt stopped. I walked in the bakery with a frown at 6 A.M. and it hasnt came off the entire day, regulars constantly coming in giving me a sympathetic smile and wishing my day well.

"But Martha..."

"No but, no nothing. Dont give me that bullshit, sure he loves you and you love him but its the principle of the matter." She hums sitting in an old rustic arm chair next to the bean bags. "Think of it this way, if it was the other way around; him staying home making the dinner and you didnt show till ass crack in the mornin', he would do the same shit. Walk his pretty ass out of the house and drive off to Niall's."

I huff as i plop myself on the bright pink beanbag bringing my palms to my eyes trying to rub out the migraine that was destined to form. I know she's right he would be upset if it was the other way around, and the fact that he was being so blunt and  careless was very disrespectful.

"So what now?" I ask picking at my nails.

"You wait till he apologises."

I let out a deep sigh, "Martha I was also wrong for just walking out."

"No you werent, you told him yourself. You would have done some stupid shit that you didnt mean if you stayed there." She replies sharply, "and while he's at the apologising tell him to come clean the damn tables and dishes."

I let out a snort and shake my head, glancing at the clock 8 o'clock is staring back at me, Martha looks at the clock and hums.

"You can go, Nat is here so she can help clean up."

"No, i'll stay." I smile at her before snatching her rag out of her hands and smirking at her, "get up you old hag it's deep cleaning day."

She gapes at me then glares, "fuck that shit, you can do that yourself for calling me an old hag!"

I look at the clock on my dashboard, 10:30 it reads. Letting out a huff i grab my purse and some desserts I decide to bring home, everything will be fine i hoped. Walking up to the door i let one last deep sigh out before making my way through. The sound of things being knocked over make me jump slightly, looking up towards the dining area i see Harry with blood shot eyes and a blotchy face.

"You're home." He croaks out smiling at me with watery eyes.

"Yeah, stayed late to help Martha deep clean." I mumble sitting my purse on the coat rack and my keys on the key holder.

"I- um I made dinner for us." He chirps pointing to the meal on the table, "chicken parm your favourite."

I give him a weak smile before nodding and walking towards the dining table, looking at the meal my heart pulls. "Thank you thats thoughtful of you."

"No it's not, it's the bare minimum, you shouldn't thank me for this." He sighs shaking his head, "i have neglected you for weeks y/n. Making you promises and never pulling through, telling you we'd spend time together but it never happens. When you left last night, i um i got to thinking and do you know how many dates i've fallen through on?" He ask and i shake my head, not really one to keep count on things like that, "six, fucking six, that is six to many. I wanna make it up to you, i decided to cut back on my hours-"

"Harry you didnt-"

"I know i didnt have to, i wanted to." He smiles grabbing ahold of my hands, "i want to spend a lot more time with you, i want to be there for you the way you've been there for me."

Tears stream down my face as i smile at him letting out a chuckle, "i'm sorry for leaving."

"Dont be sorry, i would've left to if i was you."

A/N: oh my god :') hello guys i miss yall so fucking much its insane first off thank you so much for the request anon<3 i've been dealing with personal shit and just been in a reading (and writing) slump </3 and i've also been waiting for someone to request something so thank youuuuu!!!! I hope you guys enjoyed as much as i enjoyed writing this<3

-All the love,

em

Xo🐝

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— Harry after winning the Grammy Award for Album of the Year with Harry’s House

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happy birthday

my moon: h.s.

pairing:

tattooartist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

it's harry's birthday!

warnings:

SMUT 18+ bee sucks off harry :p

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

"bee," i whisper in awe as i take in the scenery i walked into. white rose on the counter, my favourite crisps, the watch i've been eyeing for a while, and a grey cake with the words 'happy birthday my moon' written on the top.

"happy birthday grumpy! i love you so much!" she giggles before jumping into my arms and pressing kisses all over my face.

i grab the plush of her thighs before slipping my hands to her ass and giving her a firm squeeze, "i love you bee, thank you."

she lets out a hum before crashing her lips with mine, i slip my tongue between her lips and groan. y/n grounds her hips against mine and i pull away from her puffy lips, "gonna let me give it to you?" i ask.

she drops herself from my hold and start's unbuckling my pants, bringing her lips to my neck biting and sucking my skin leaving harsh marks, "you gonna let me mark you?" she ask looking at me with big doe eyes.

"y'know you can, bee. don't have to ask." i breath out.

she quickly shoves my pants down before dropping to her knees, y/n grabs ahold of my throbbing cock a hiss leaves my mouth and she presses a kiss on my tip.

"my beautiful boy." she hums before i'm enveloped in a plushy, warm mouth and it all felt fuzzy. a gasp came out of my mouth and one of my hand automatically shot down to y/n's hair. my eyebrows furrow as i let out a lewd moan buckling my hips as my cock presses further down her throat. i feel y/n hollow her cheeks and my vision hazes as i look down at my girl.

my beautiful girl.

" 'm so lucky to have you," i moan out my cheeks flushing with pleasure, "m' gorgeous girl." i run my hand through her hair before tugging at it causing a moan to slip for y/n.

it was hard to think about anything but the hot and wet suction on my cock. especially when she dipped her head down a bit more and took it deeper into her mouth. her tongue at stroking the bottom of my cock, and her hand coming up to cup my balls before slowly rolling them. a pornographic moan ripples through me, "fuck baby just like that!" i praise her and she suckles harder.

the slow burn in my stomach started to speed up. the glistening of her swollen lips as they moved up and down, seeing how wet she had gotten me with her spit and her fingers fixed around me, her lashes touching her chubby swollen cheeks, it was the filthiest thing i got to see today.

"gonna cum," i warn her trying to pull away causing her to slap my hands away hollowing her cheeks even more.

"cummin! m' cummin so hard for you!" i breathily moan out as i shoot my load down her throat cumming with a sharp hiss.

she pulls away and lets out a giggle wiping the sides of her mouth, "you okay?"

"bee you just sucked the living shit outta ma dick," i say with wide eyes, "of course i'm okay!"

"happy birthday my moon." she hums standing up and pecking my lips.

"thank you ma sun, the best birthday ever." i smile cheekily.

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY FORVER LOVE🫶🏽 thank you for everything i wouldnt be here without you and thank you letting my feel comfortable in my skin #feelinggoodinmyskin

-all the love,

em

xo🐝

[harrysarchive]

A request where Harry styles is a college football star student who has a crush on his single sexy proffesor, reader. One day, reader asked him to see after class

after class: h.s.

pairing: fratboy!harry x professor!reader

summary:

"i can tell you like the thought of this rendezvous with me." i smirk and she gasp.

"that is very inappropriate mr. styles."

or

fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.

warning:

SMUT 18+ PLEASE

p.s.a i didn't write the exact request but this is what i felt comfortable writing! thank you for the request! <3

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

i let out an exaggerated sigh as i make my way to english literature, introduction to romantic poetry was the lesson of the week. at least the professor is bangin' hot. thick thighs, amazing curves and what looks like a d-cup set nicely on her chest.

professor y/l/n.

she was a recent graduate of the University of Georgia, the current school i was attending. a full ride football scholarship, i was the best wide receiver in the nation, uni's form all states where trying to pull me. i made the decision to attend UGA on logistics, the best football team in all the states, currently undefeated.

"you ready to see our professor?" niall snaps me out of my thoughts wiggling his eyebrows.

"bloody hell, yes. i don't think i could thank my advisor more for forcing me to do this class." i snicker and he chuckles shaking his head.

"tell me 'bout it." he comments licking his lips and i scrunch my face in disgust.

"watch yourself horan." i mumble as i see a group of girls waving at me and sending winks my way, i send them a wave before averting my eyes.

niall throws a punch at my arm before starting a light jog and i huff out a laugh before following him. sooner than later we find ourselves in professor y/l/n's lecture hall.

"romantic poetry is the poetry of the Romantic era, an artistic, literary, musical and intellectual movement that originated in Europe towards the end of the 18th century." professor y/l/n's states as she walks around her desk, a gray pencil skirt hugs her curvy hips, her freshly shaven legs on display, and a black turtleneck that sticks to her skin like glue. "i've decided to take a different route then the normal, 'Sonnet 18 by the beloved William Shakespeare', and instead we will start this unit with something from my background, 'El Beso' by Angelina Weld Grimké. which translates to 'the kiss', Grimké wrote the poem about a love song, full of passion, yearning, and confused emotions."

i lick my lips and pull my bottom lip between my teeth, she sits back on the desk and her hips plush out even more.

i never would've thought i could listen so much in a class.

"as like your other projects in my class you will either make a short story, making it easier for the common eye to read or, you will make a photo reflection. with that being said i would also like a short summary over 'El Beso.' she smiles at the class, "any questions?" no one raises their hand except, well me. "yes mr. styles?" she cocks an eyebrow.

"what is the grade point based on?"

"like all your other projects it depends on efficiency, the structure and etcetera." she replied folding her hand in-front of her chest, "also if i could see you after class mr. styles, we need to talk."

my heart drops to the pit of my stomach and i gulp down the knot in my throat, "of course professor y/l/n."

i'm fucked.

"thank you so much for working hard today! i cant wait to see all of the things you guys have come up with. there will be a short quiz over El Beso next class so study hard!" professor y/l/n shooes everyone out, class ticked by at the slowest rate known to man kind.

i stand awkwardly at the foot of her desk and wait till she turns around beaming a smile at me.

"ah mr. styles! exactly who i wanted to see. please follow me to my office." she starts walking towards the direction of the locked office and opens it with her key.

"now no need to be scared, just wanted to talk to you about your grades." she smiles pointing me to sit in the chair in front of her desk.

she slides into her rollie chair as well and pulls out a manila folder with my name on the top right corner.

"okay it's just that you seem to be doing exceptional in my class, you are one of the top students that i have."

"but..?" i wait for the wooing factor that's bound to happen.

"but you are barely passing your other classes." she pulls out what looks like a report card you would get in grade school.

"a seventy is passing." i state bluntly as i look over the grades.

"that is true mr. styles, very true but how are you making seventy precent in all other class and passing mine with a ninety percentage average?"

it's because you make me focus.

"how do i make you focus?" she answer the question i thought was just in my head.

"i don't know okay? i mean look at you! you're the hottest professor i have! it hard not to pay attention when you are the professor!"

her eyes widen at my outburst and her ears flush, she straightens herself out and i notice that she squeezes her thighs together.

"i'm sorry? that i distract you?" she stutters putting her glasses on the top of her head.

"i can tell you like the thought of this rendezvous with me." i smirk and she gasp.

"that is very inappropriate mr. styles."

i get up and make my way towards her side of the desk pulling her chair out, i let my hands travel up her sides and to her shoulders, massaging them slowly as she lets out a whine.

"tell me this doesn't turn you on. the thought of you and me. me bending you over this goddamn desk and me fucking you senseless." i whisper in her ear and a shiver runs down her spine.

"we can't." she says bluntly causing a chuckle to leave my mouth.

"i didnt ask if we could did i, love?" she holds back an answer and i bring my lips to her neck pressing kisses on her sensitive skin, "i asked if this turns you on."

she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and murmurs, "fuck it." before spinning around and crashing her lips with mine. i eagerly kiss back slipping my tongue between her mouth, she lets a moan slips out. i slip between her legs and my arms grab underneath her thighs picking her up with ease.

"wait," she whines pulling apart and pushing my chest.

"what baby?" i practically cry out wanting nothing more than to kiss her puffy lips again.

"the door, i didn't lock it."

i let out a chuckle before dropping her to her feet and briefly pecking her lips, quickly locking the door. y/n leans over the desk, the plump of her ass sticking out.

"so you do want this?" i muse as my hand runs along down arch of her back.

"shut up and fuck me." she grunts through gritted teeth causing my cock to swell in my pants.

i slip a hand through the front of her skirt splitting her sleek folds before my thumb makes contact with her sensitive puffy clit rubbing tight circles, her whimpers and moans start to fill the air, "you're soaked baby." i mumble in her ear and she shivers.

"please." she pleas, grabbing ahold on her skirt hiking it up and they bunch on her plump hips.

"wanna taste ya cunt first." i groan sitting in her chair as i pull down her red lace thong, "ya tryna to kill me."

pressing a kiss to the arch of her back i make my way down to her puffy cunt, jesus fuck, i spread her glistening folds pressing a kiss to her clit, she lets out a breathy moan before pushing her hips back licking a broad stripe through her folds, muffling my own groan of pleasure.

"oh harry." she shuddered pulling her hand to her mouth, trying to suppress the small moans and whimpers that were trying to escape her.

"no," i growl against her and slap her plushy ass, "let them out, i wanna her you."

her jaw fell open as a beautiful pornographic moan erupted through the room, knuckles white as they fisted the bottom of the desk, nails digging in the wood leaving small angry marks, her hips pushing back into my face.

my hands were around her thighs, pulling her closer to me, holding her still as she huffed out a breath through her swollen lips. i begged her with my actions, digging fingers into her beautiful melanin flesh and willed her to cum on my face.

"har, 'm gonna cum!" she moaned bucking her hips.

"do it." i spat shortly.

she lets out a high pitched moan as her orgasm hits her, i let her ride it out coaxing her swollen clit. my hands quickly unbutton my pants and i yank them down along with my boxers.

"got my cock leaking honey." i muse lightly fisting my bulge.

"fuck me please." she whines arching her back further.

"yeah you want my cock bad?" i tease swiping my swollen tip through her velvet folds.

not wanting to tease us both any longer i positioned my cock at her entrance, pushing inside her in one fluid motion. she moaned loudly, my hands moving to her lower back, fingers digging into her skin i groaned at the feeling of being inside her. i fucked into her at a torturously steady pace. she grounded her hips down to meet my movements, desperate for more, silently begging me to meet that soft spot inside of her. my hand moves to her neck, wrapping around her throat and she whines.

" 's good." she slurred as her legs start to buckle.

i pull her up with the hand that's around her neck, moving it to her face before turning her head to give her a bruising kiss. once we pulled away i push her down again my hips snapping faster craving a release. i looked at her like she was artwork, displayed just for me in a pornographic arch. my pace was fast, smooth and shallow thrusts, keeping my hips angled so my cock could hit that spongy place that makes her eyes roll back.

"faster h! please!" she cried pushing her hips back, i rocked my hips faster against her before looking down where we connected, i gather saliva in my mouth before spitting between us.

"that's it baby, that's it, take it like a good girl." i gasp out gripping her hips with an iron grip not letting her run from my thrust. i felt her spazzing around me and a choked moan left my lips, my hand moves around to her front and my thumb connects with her swollen pearl.

"cum for me baby." i grunt and she lets out a whine clawing the front of her desk.

she clenched around me and i let out a gasp as we both finally released. my thrusts we're starting to slow down, giving her a sharp pump keeping my cock there as her orgasm hit her. she screams my name as her eyes closed and legs shook. i stood above her as i waited for her pulse to calm down. i let out a breathy chuckle before pulling out and grabbing a tissue for the box of her desk. i quickly clean her before placing a kiss on her plump ass and pull her thong up.

"what do you want for dinner love?" i ask as she pushes her skirt back into place.

she turns around with a smile on her lips before pushing me to sit in her chair and sitting in my lap, "dunno, we haven't gone grocery shopping this week, we have nothing in the fridge."

i play with the diamond ring that rested on her left hand before bringing it to my lips and placing a kiss on it.

"i can go if you want sum pet."

"yeah been craving your chicken parm." she groans out rubbing her stomach, i let out a chuckle before kissing her lips.

"okay want anything else?"

"those crisps i like, the spicy ones." she hums running a hand through my hair, "best fiancé out there."

"yeah? 'm the best?" i tease her and she nods.

a/n: PLOT TWIST😭🤣🤣 i knew i wanted them to have a real relationship but i didn't know if i wanted it to be a "they use to date" relationship or a "they're engaged" relationship😋

also a lil introduction about me i'm 19! my full name is emily but please call me em! i am mexican (MEXICORRY RISE🇲🇽) my pronouns are she/her/hers. i've been a fan of harry since xfactor days so i'm not new to this fandom🫶🏽 that's all you get rn ;)

-all the love,

em

xo🐝

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Y/n taping boxer!Harry’s hands before a very important match

Reference pic: (pretend the guy is y/n🫣)

grovelling: h.s.

OH MY YESSSS!!!

okay i'm currently working on professor!y/n and fratboy!harry but here's a lil blurb hehe💋

pairing: boxer!harry x librarian!reader

summary:

"stop! you're gonna fuck up the tape!"

"it's gonna get fucked regardless brat." he huffs wiping his sweaty forehead on his white tee.

warnings:

just a blurb

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"stop movin'!" i snap at harry as his leg bounces with anxiety.

" 'm bloody nervous woman! can't help it." harry grunts as his one taped hand runs through his hair.

"stop! you're gonna fuck up the tape!"

"it's gonna get fucked regardless brat." he huffs wiping his sweaty forehead on his white tee.

"ya know what," i grunt dusting off my pants before standing up, "do it yourself!"

"oh c'mon brat , 'm sorry," he whines out as he grabs my wrist in his hand and pulls me back to him. he holds my cheeks with his one calloused hand and one wrapped hand before placing a kiss on my lips.

"apologise like you mean it!" i grunt pulling away from his kiss.

he looks at me with a scowl before dropping to his knees, puppy eyes and a pout, holding my hands pressing kisses over my knuckles, " 'm sorry brat. i want you to wrap ma hands."

i let a few giggles slip, "fine, i'll wrap your hand!"

a smirk stretches across his face, "yeah? i earned it just like that pet?"

"the grovelling is mediocre," i pat his cheek, "step it up."

he lets out a chuckle, " 'm gonna fuck you up after the fight, your grovelling is gonna be mediocre."

a/n: saw this in my inbox and i wanted to give you guys something bc i'm still writing frat boy and professor. hope you enjoyed 🫶🏽

-all the love,

em

xo🐝

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so you wanna

marry me?: h.s.

pairing:

tattooartist!harry x baker!reader

warnings:

smut 18+ please, h eating out reader that's it, oral (f receiving) in a tattoo parlour (scandalous;) ) .

summary:

"but what if i wanted to propose to you? wanna get you ya dream ring bee." he grabs ahold of my hands and brings them to his lips pressing kisses on my knuckles.

i pull my hands away and grab ahold of his face and pull him in for a kiss, " i'd marry you with a ring for the coin machine at the pizza place down the street."

or

harry's overworking himself for money to afford for the future.

or

another adventure with tattooartist!harry x baker!reader.

p.s.a. want it to be known that h and bee have been dating for about 3 years in this one shot🫶🏽

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i let out a string of hums as i walk over towards harry's tattoo parlour, a pip in my step. i decided to bring him lunch knowing he likes to over work himself. (especially on fridays and saturdays knowing those are his busiest day's.) letting out a sigh of relief when i see the parlour the dark colours contrast with the lighter coloured buildings. i walk into the building and see all black walls with plants hanging and placed on counters. niall is the the first person i see and i greet him with a wide smile.

"hey ni!" i muse to him and he smiles at me.

"hey bee, how's it goin'?"

"good, brought har some lunch."

"oh he's with a client but you can go ahead," he pointed to harry's private room, "did you bring me anything ?" he sassed crossing his arms over his chest.

"ya didn't ask for anything." i huff rolling my eyes and walking towards harry's office.

as i get closer to the room an obnoxiously loud laugh echos through the halls. oh great another flirty girl trying to get her way with my man. i decide to knock on the door and harry lets out a curse.

"who the fuck is it?" he snaps before the doors thrown open and his glare is set on me before it melts into a smile.

"brought you lunch asshole." i chuckle holding up the bag of takeout.

"thank you m' heart. come in." he move to the side and i slipped through the door.

my eyes land on the obnoxious loud girl, blonde hair, petite shape, lululemon jacket and shorts. she raises an eyebrow at me before asking, "who are you? this is a private appointment."

"she's my girlfriend." harry answers pulling out a rollie chair he has in the closet that he got for me.

the chair looks odd in the dark room, black walls and blue accents make it look like a elephant in a room with puppy's. it's pink and in the shape of a daisy with a crocheted white blanket sitting nice and folded on the cushion.

"oh well, i would like for my tattoo session to be private." she said voice filled with venom.

"oh well, you're just a walk-in and i'm pretty sure nialls done so you can either let her stay or get the fuck out." harry snapped at the girl and she huffs before sitting on the tattoo chair.

i quickly sit in my chair and roll over closer to harry, he hands me a scrunchie and mumbles, "can ya put it in a bun bee." i let out a 'mhm' and quickly tie it up in a bun making sure it's nice and tight.

"can you lay down." he says to the girl and motions her to the chair.

i quirk an eyebrow at the blonde headed girl who laughs like she's heard the funniest thing in the world, harry raises an eyebrow as well at her before his face scrunches in confusion, obviously confused at what's funny.

"what's so funny?" he asked bluntly before shifting to sit fully on his chair.

the girl giggles again before putting a hand on his bicep, "you, silly!"

"all i said was to lay back." he scoffed motioning to the chair.

she obliges and lays down, i look at her sketch and a small smile makes its way to my face. it's two cherries stuck together by the stem, and little twinkles shine on them.

"it's cute." i mumble to her and she scoffs.

"i know, that's why i'm getting it."

"don't be bloody rude." harry barks at the poor girl, "she just complemented you."

it goes silent after that Kings Of Leon's Sex On Fire playing is the only thing heard. harry lays the stencil on her upper thigh he asks if that is where she wants it and she nods.

"how was your day?" harry breaks the silence as he starts his tattoo gun up.

"it-" i start but the girl cuts me off.

"it's was good, i went out with my friends and had brunch and then i went to the mall-" she also starts but she's cut off by harry.

"i didnt ask you." he deadpanned before looking over at me, "how was your day bee?"

"it was good, was kinda busy at the bakery, you know it's saturday and all the mums go out to walk around the strip buying all their nick-nacks. martha said she could handle the bakery but she hasn't text me so i don't know, maybe i should message her. anyways then i went to the library bought two books, i started one of them and it's alright, it's just a bit slow you know the whole introduction part is always boring to me." i trail off and he chuckles nodding his head, "then i went to kung fu chop to pick up our food."

"ya left my favourite person alone on one of ya busiest days?" harry fake scoffs and i chuckle.

"y'know what she told me, 'i can handle it, ya being an uptight pussy!' " i let out a laugh as i recall martha scolding me with her hands on her hips.

harry lets out a snicker, "that's ma girl."

the girl is looking at me with a scowl on her face, i can see the botox failing to do it job, wrinkles showing as her forehead is scrunched. i raise an eyebrow at her and she lets out a huff before her face turns into one of fake discomfort.

"ow! that one hurt!" she whines and harry looks at her.

"buck up." i murmur and harry snickers.

"so harry, was it?" the girl starts before laying a hand on his forearm.

"yes. can you not hold me ya gonna end up fuckin it up." he shakes her off before finishing off the little twinkles.

"what do you do for fun around here? 'm not from holmes chapel." she continues to talk.

"nothin'." harry response turning off the tattoo gun and placing it down, he takes out healing ointment as spreading it with a tongue depressor. "but if there's one thing i love to do its probably ma girlfriend."

i hold back a snort as her face drops, harry wraps the tattoo before taking off his gloves and pointing towards the door, "niall will get you it's gonna be a hundred."

"you're the worst tattoo artist i know!" she huffs jumping off the chair.

"ya too kind!" harry sneers sarcastically as she basically runs out of the private room and he slams the door.

i strut over to harry and wrap my arms around his shoulders, he turns in my arms and looks down at me. he looks drained and he's definitely in need of a nap, his under eyes drag down and a frown is settled on his face.

"oh h, have you not been taking care of yourself?" i tsk in a whisper and he shrugs his shoulders, "babe this isn't healthy look at you, you need to allow yourself to have breaks, you look overworked h." i kiss his forehead and he sighs.

"you know saturday's are one of my busiest days bee, we need the money for our expense."

"we have more than enough harry. we're in a good place in our life." i say caressing his cheek.

"but what if i wanted to propose to you? wanna get you ya dream ring bee." he grabs ahold of my hands and brings them to his lips pressing kisses on my knuckles.

i pull my hands away and grab ahold of his face and pull him in for a kiss, " i'd marry you with a ring for the coin machine at the pizza place down the street."

he lets out a snort before capturing my lips with his, he captures my bottom lips and gives it a bite, his hips roughly move against mine looking for friction.

"wait," i push him off and point to the door, "tell niall you're on break and lock the damn door."

he looks at me with twinkling eyes and a smile, " 'f course ma heart, ya bloody amazing." he rushes over to the door fixing himself and shouts at niall, " 'm on break don't let anyone in."

"you guys are fuckin pigs." niall gags and harry flips him off.

he quickly closes the door and locks it before walking over to be and pushing me towards the tattooing chair. his hands find themselves under my shirt and he unclasps my bra, the straps fall down my arms and he quickly takes my shirt off.

"ya tits are bloody amazing'." he gives me a toothy grin and i snort.

"ya like a teenage boy, swear it."

"cant help it, it's like they get bigger each time pet." he muses as his hands find their way back to my boobs, he rolls my nipples between his pointer finger and thumb, his eyes turning a darker shade of green as he looks at me. i let a moan slip as he bring his mouth to one and tugs on the other.

"yea, just like that h." i mewl as i grab ahold of the hair tie in his hair and watch as it  loosely falls into place.

he lets his hands explore my body and they make there way to the button(s) of my jeans, harry lets out a groan, "i fuckin hate these jeans."

"they make me look good! and my ass looks fat in them!" i try reasoning with him as he undone all six buttons.

"swear to you, 'm gonna throw them away when we get home." he promises as one of his hands dips into my panties.

"no! they're ma favourites- oh!" i let out a moan as his fingers make there way down my slit and he slowly starts rubbing circles on my clit.

he keeps his torturous slowly speed before pulling away full and i let a whine of displeasure out. harry doesn't waste anytime pulling down my pants and panties, he sits in his rollie chair and spreads my legs before licking his lips, "got the prettiest pussy bee."

"harry!" i whine at the praise and he chuckles before placing hot wet open mouth kisses on my calve and trails up my thigh.

a gasp leaves my mouth as he press a hot kiss on my clit, my hands automatically grab ahold off his long hair and giving it a tug. he lets out a grunt before licking a strip up my cunt, my eyes start to roll back as his skilful tongue works it's way through me. he drags a finger up to spread my folds before he stuffs two in me and places his mouth back on my clit. stars start appearing in my vision.

" 's so good h!"

"yea? ya gonna cum for me bee? want you to cum all over my face." he murmured.

the knot in my stomach ties tighter and my air feels like it's being sucked away from me. harry works his tongue and fingers faster as i clench around him.

"gonna cum baby!" i let a pornographic moan out and clutch his hair tighter.

"fuck, pull tighter bee." i automatically oblige and yank harder causing him to moan loudly, "cum for me bee, i fuckin need you to cum."

the knot starts to fall apart as my orgasm hits me, my legs shake and i choke on my breath. harry let's me ride out my high before he stands up and places a kiss on my lips.

"taste better than any of that damn frostin' you make, swear it bee."

i catch my breath and a lazy smile makes its way to my face, "don't know if that's a complement or an insult to my baking.

he snorts and grabs the bag of take out, "whatcha bring me."

"sushi, rice and noodles, orange chicken, and honey walnut shrimp." i hum and go to sit up.

"hold on bee lemme get you a wipe and your clothes." he hums moving over to the drawer and grabbing a wet wipe, he gathers my clothes before sitting in front of me again. i let out a hiss at the contact of the cool wet wipe and my hot cunt.

"sorry, know you're sensitive didn't mean to pet." he quickly apologised and i smile shaking my head.

"it's okay, just a bit cold 's all."

after he finishes cleaning me up, he kisses my thigh before redressing me, "so you wanna marry me?" i teasingly ask and he smirks.

"wouldn't want it any other way."

a/n: sorry it took me so long but i've been super busy and i'm currently working on a request someone sent in! so that one should be next :)

fratboy!harry x professor!reader 😳🤭

-all the love,

em

xo🐝

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i'm okay baby: h.s.

pairing: boxer!harry x librarian!reader

summary:

"yes, is this y/n y/l/n. emergency contact for harry edward styles, date of birth february 1, 1994?"

"this is she." i whisper as my eyes water and anxiety rushes throughout me, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach.

"we're just calling as you are the emergency contact for mr. styles, to let you know that mr.styles is at The Royal London Hospital, seeking treatment."

or

harry's injured and y/n's his emergency contact

or

another story for a fight for us

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i relax my shoulders and let the cool air of london graze my face, snow flurries cover the sidewalk as i make my way to my car. the feeling of someone hot on my trail makes my shoulders tense again, i turn around and see a dirty man, stood about 5'6 and built on the chunkier side along with two other guys. i raise an eyebrow at them as the one moves closer to me.

"can i help ya?" i gruffly ask and one of them smirks, yellow busted teeth glaring back at me.

"you lost us lots of money." he snickers, " 'nd now you're gonna pay."

the next actions are so fast i don't even know what's happening until i feel a punch to my jaw, one to my side, and another one in my back. i close my eyes before opening them and throwing a punch back, i don't make much progress as three people are on me. i don't watch where i'm punching as i continue to through one after the other. one of them manages to hit my eye before i feel something sharp hit my lower abdomen and another sharp pain right above my waist, pain takes over my body and i look down with hazed eyes. i watch as the two men pull out knifes and blood gushes out of the wounds, i double over in pain letting out a wheeze.

"be happy it wasn't your bitch." he grunts before throwing a kick to my back, one of them moving in front of me to kick my face and the other kicks my stomach.

"hey!" i hear a man from a distance shout and the three start to run in the opposite direction, "go after the bastards!"

fuckin pussies.

letting out grunts i feel a hand lay on my arm, i shuffle away and the man murmured, " 's okay kid, helps on the way."

"999 what's the address of you emergency?" i hear a female say before my eyes start to flash black and white like a camera going off before i finally close my eyes resting at the peaceful silence.

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"i hope you love it as much as i do!" i smile at the girl handing her a bag that contains King Of Wrath.

" 've heard good things so 'm sure i will!" she says giggly before skipping out of the library.

skipping to the beat of a mellow song playing i make my way to the door and quickly turn over the sign, it flashes CLOSED to the outside world. i feel my pants vibrate as my phone blares my notification sound signaling a call is coming through. pulling out my phone, THE ROYAL LONDON is the caller, my eyes widen and i quickly answer the phone.

"this is y/n." i state as fear licks my body.

"yes, is this y/n y/l/n. emergency contact for harry edward styles, date of birth february 1, 1994?"

"this is she." i whisper as my eyes water and anxiety rushes throughout me, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach.

"we're just calling as you are the emergency contact for mr. styles, to let you know that mr.styles is at The Royal London Hospital, seeking treatment."

a tear rolls down my cheek and a sob racks my body, "what happened?"

"i cannot disclose information over the phone ma'am." she says with sorrow and tears run faster down my face.

"i'll be there as fast as i can, thank you for calling me."

"no problem, bye-bye."

panicking i grab my keys and purse before i'm out the door and quickly locking it behind me, not really caring if it actually locked. i rush to my car throwing it into drive as i speed to the hospital. my lips wobble, tears rush down my face and my cheeks are definitely puffed hoping nothing but the best for the only man in my life that's a constant. sobs rack throughout me, as i reach for my phone and quickly call niall.

"yo! wassup scholar!" he speaks cheerfully and i'm going to regret breaking his heart like this.

"niall," i stutter as a sob leaves my mouth.

"y/n? what's wrong? where are you?" he drops the cheerful act and goes stern within seconds, hoping it's nothing to serious

"harry's at The Royal London Hospital, 'm on my way. i just wanted to let you know, i know you're like a brother to him, it's only fair for me to tell you."

"what the fuck happened?" he snapped as i heard him rustling around his room.

"they wouldn't tell me." i cry harder as the hospital comes into view.

"be careful please, y/n. i'm on my way but i know harry would beat my ass if you were driving like a mad man." he stiffs a laugh and i let out a wet chuckle.

" 'm scared niall." i admit as i put the car into park, grabbing my purse and bolting out of the car heading towards the emergency section, "i'll see you when you get here yeah?"

as i make my way to the front desk all my worst nightmares consume me, what if he's in critical condition? what if he fell into a state of coma? i look at the the lady in the front desk and let out a shaky breath.

"my boyfriends here, his name is harry styles."

"can i get your identification." the younger lady asked looking off into space and smacking her gum, obviously not interested in her job.

i shuffle through my purse and pull out my wallet grabbing my id and handing it to her. she scans over it and nods handing it back, "room 104." she points to the left, "keep going straight and it's on the right."

thanking her i start a light jog in the direction she pointed me to and finally reach his door, i let out a sigh before taking a deep breath and walking in. as i step into the room i see him laying there a black eye is developing and his knuckles are bloodied and bruised. tears start escaping my eyes again as i sit next to him running a hand through his hair and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"why ya cryin' love?" i hear a groggy voice ask and relief runs through my body.

"harry." i cry kissing his busted lips, "you're okay."

"yeah 'm okay baby." he tries to smile but hisses.

"what the hell happened?" i demand and he shrugs his shoulders, "don't give me that shit harry. i won't stand by it."

"was walkin' outta the gym makin' ma way to the car and i felt people followin' me. so i turned around asked what they wanted told me i lost them lots of money and then the wankers started to beat on me. baby you know i'm good but three people on me, i cant ma heart. the punches were comin' from everywhere. one thing lead to another, i tried fightin, but they pulled a knife on me, well it was two knifes but..."

"two?!" i interrupt and he nods.

"got hit in ma tummy and side." he pouted causing a frown to stretch onto my face.

"oh baby." i coo and he pats for me to sit on the bed, "don't wanna hurt you fighter."

he breaks into a smile, "wont hurt me, promise."

rolling my eyes i move onto the bed and let him rest his head on my chest. running my fingers through his hair i cooed at him before he turns his head and looks at me.

"wanna know what would make me feel better?" he asked and i nod wanting to do anythibn in my power to make him feel better, "a kiss."

"my cheeky boy wants to be pampered?" i tease and he pouts, i place my lips on top of his and let out a sigh we move our lips in sync before i pull away as he hisses, "spoilt you lots huh?"

"dunno what ya talking' about woman." he huffs turning his nose to the air and looking away from me.

"and you're supposedly the toughest fighter in london, you're a big ol' softy!" i continue my teasing and he dramatically gasps.

"i am the toughest fighter!"

"okay! who am i killin'? 've been to jail once or twice! know my way 'round! 'm not scared of nothin'!" we hear someone barge into the room and i let out a giggle as i see niall walking in with a glare on his face.

"aw you'd go to jail for me." harry mockingly cooed and niall throws him the finger.

"you scared me you fuckass! had poor scholar turn into a nascar driver!" niall exclaims as he points to me and i still.

"shut up niall." i mumble before looking at harry who had his eyebrows drawn in.

"bloody hell is wrong with you woman?" harry exclaimed looking at me like i've grown three heads.

"oi! they didn't tell me anything over the phone! i was worried. had to be here as quick as i could!" i snap crossing my arms over my chest and turning my head away from him.

"don't look away from me peach! 'm scoldin you!" he tries to move my head to look at him.

"don't want you scoldin me!"

A/N: OH ME GEEEEE! HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING LOVE YOU LOAD!!!

-all the love,

em

xo🫶🏽

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be mine bee: h.s.

paring: tattooartist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

or

harry officially asks bee to be his.

or

another story of tattoo artist harry and bee

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

the cool breeze hits my face and a shiver runs down my spine. my hairs thrown into a bun and a light jacket covers my black shirt i watch as y/n walks with a pip in her step as we search the local farmers market, a smile spreads across her face as people greet her, sending them back warm greetings. she stops in front of a fruit stand and her eyes light up.

"want sum' pet?" i ask wrapping a finger through her belt loops and pulling her back to me.

"mh i don't know, think i wanna try a mango cup." she hums looking at the vibrant mangos.

the elder man behind the stand smiles at y/n and she throws one back at him, "g'morning mr. posemato, how're you doin' today?" she asked him wrapping her arm around mine.

"doin pretty alright, how 'bout yourself y/n?"

"i'm great!" y/n responds cheerily.

"what can i get you honey?" he asked smiling at his produce.

"a cupa mangos please." she hums pointing to the yellow fruit.

he grabs a couple of mangos and moves over to his cutting board. y/n's dressed very 'farmers market-y', bell bottoms that hug her hips -and ass- perfectly, a cream sweatshirt that complements her complexion wonderful, her curly hair is pulled back into a clip and her staple round glasses are on.

"have i told you, you look absolutely amazing bee?" i hum and she chuckled nodding her head.

"only about seven times, today."

i grab ahold of her face and pull her ear to my mouth before whispering, "ya ass looks phenomenal bee." which cause her to gasp and push me away, red covers the tops of her ears and she shy's away.

"y/n?" i hear a voice ask and my eyebrows furrow looking in the direction of a man that stood about 5'8 and slim build, subconsciously i grab ahold of y/n's hand and pull her back to me.

"tristan?" she questioned with a look of wonder.

"oh my god! how's it going? i haven't seen you since high school?" he exclaimed moving closer to my bee.

i send him a glare before standing in front of y/n and putting an hand to his chest, "can i help you?" i ask with disgust in my tone.

"oh uh," he squirmed away before looking back at bee, "i uh didnt know you had a boyfriend." he said clearing his throat.

"oh actually..." y/n went to correct him but i butted it.

"she does. now, what do you want?" i snap, puffing my chest out.

"nothin' man, my bad." tristan coughed before walking away.

i turn back to y/n and grab ahold of her hand before bringing it to my lips and pressing kisses all over it.

"miss. y/n, you're mangos." mr. posemato caught her attention and she pulled away from me grabbing ahold of the mangos.

"thank you mr. posemato" she hummed giving him some money and then turned back to me holding my hand once more pulling me to a picnic table.

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

i allow my eyes to look into hers, and my body feels like it's turned into putty. her honey browns are more vibrant when in the sun and you can just get lost in them each time. as i look into her eyes all the memories over the couple of months since the night at The Safe House, rush through my head.

"bee, how the fuck does this work?" i question as i try to mix the margarine powder, watching as it avoids the mixer.

y/n looks at me before bursting out into a pit of laughter, she grabs a spatula and start to mix it that way. i watch as it becomes a liquidity substance and my eyebrows draw foreword.

"how the fuck?" i mumble and she shrugs.

"dunno honestly, science." she says with a toothy grin.

she goes back to the cookie batter and i watch as mischief takes over her eyes, she quickly looks at me before snapping her gaze back to the batter. she starts humming to a tune before reaching back over to the flour container and grabbing a cup full, the next moments go by in a blur as i feel a splat of grainy substance all across my face and in my hair.

"bee!" i exclaim before lunging towards her.

"harry no!" her laughs vibrates the air and my heart squeezes in my chest.

"you're a menace." i grunt shaking flour onto her.

"yeah but 'm your favorite person ever." she sings wrapping her arms around my neck.

"niall you asshat. move!" i grunt pushing him off my spin chair so y/n could sit down.

"oh wow! so what a new girl comes into you life and you forget all about your best friend? rude!" niall rolled his eyes in dramatics and y/n frowns taking him seriously.

"no niall! please, sit! i can just stand i don't mind!" bee hurries her words and stand aside.

"bee, no." i snap pointing to my chair, "sit."

she murmured a sorry to niall as she took a seat. i hook a leg around one of the chair legs and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

niall lets out a sad dramatic sigh, "no one care about niall, the best friend." he starts fake crying, "isn't there anybody who loves niall."

"no." i grunt and y/n suppresses her laugh.

"you know how i promised i'd never tell y/n, you're undesirable liking towards her." he asked with a smirk, "well i lied, you done pissed me off."

"niall, start ma fuckin tattoo before i punch you square in the jaw." i glare at the irish lad and he rolls his eyes.

i lay on my stomach and grab ahold of y/n's hand before niall pierces my skin with the needle and i let out a hum, all the stress that's built up slowly slips away. y/n's eyebrows furrow as she comes face to face with me, squatting to make sure we were making eye contact.

"does it hurt?" she asks softly and i know this was a shitty thing to do but i nod.

"real bad baby." i pout and worry runs across her face, "y'know what would help?"

"what?" she urges out, willing to do anything.

"a kiss." i muse.

she looks at me with a face of disbelief and i pucker my lips at her, letting out a chuckle she presses her lips to my cheek and i frown.

"no baby, a kiss on my lips."

"cheeky boy." she murmured, placing her lips on top of mine causing niall to groan.

"stop it! if ya fuck it up 's not ma fault!" niall snaps and i groan pulling away from her.

"y'know you really know how to kill the mood." i murmur before flipping him off.

"harry?" y/n breaks me out of thought and i look at her with a small smile.

"bee, you make me the happiest i've ever been. i never thought i'd find a person like you that continuously makes me happy. you're the sun to my moon, the blue in my sky, the bonnie to my clyde," i state and she giggled while i shot her a wink. "be mine bee? officially."

"of course harry! i thought you'd never ask." she giggled before grabbing my face and pulling me down. our lips meet and we get lost in the kiss, never thought i'd be able to finally call her mine.

once she pulls away i grab ahold of her waist, "now, who the fuck is tristan?" i ask and she chuckles.

"nothin' to worry about, old crush if you will. and by old i mean high school old."

"so no competition?"

"well i dunno, mr. posemato has killer mangos." she teases.

"i wont hesitate to beat an ol' mans ass bee." i joke along and she gasp.

"i would kill you if you touched that precious old man!"

a/n: holy shit man 200 notes on my last post LOVE YOU LOADS!!!!

also a quick psa a fight for us is next in line for a part twoooo! so excited 🤭

-all the love,

em

xo🤍

[harrysarchive]

Pleasing

Pâtisserie:

h.s.

pairing: tattoo artist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

or

another adventure with bee and tattoo artist harry.

or

a continuation of girls who drink espresso martinis

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

"bee," i let a moan slip as the blackberry frosting melts on my tongue, "you're a fuckin' bakin' wiz."

i watch as her ears start to burn and a smirk covers my face, "tell me about it, i swear the only reason we have costumers is because of her baking and her ass." martha chuckles.

"martha!" y/n scolds the 68 year old lady, martha rolls her eyes as to say, you know i'm right.

"you got men comin' in here lookin' at your ass, bee?" i tease as she sits next to me.

"harry!" she whines digging her head into my shoulder, i wrap an arm around her waist and tug her closer to me.

looking around the cute bakery, a pastel pink covers the walls and little white cloud fish are painted on the walls. little frogs are decorated at the bottom along with flowers, trees and other animals likely elephants and loins.

"who the fuck was on shrooms while thinkin' of the design?" i ask causing y/n's body to vibrate against mine as she shook with laughter.

"when martha first bought the place i swear to god, it had shit stains on the walls," she started and i bursted out laughing, "and well martha, she was like you know what we should do? and i was like what, she was like we should come up with a design and then tear down the walls. so i was like okay and we tried to come up with one sober and it failed it was giving 90's diner. we didn't want that, it's so basic. so martha came up with an idea she was like, what if we do shrooms. and i was like eh why not. and that's how Pleasing Pâtisserie came about."

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

"y/n! you are a bad girl!" i exclaim teasingly and she gapes at me.

"i am not! 'm a good girl!" she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

i take a minute to really look at her, her little apron has hearts splattered all over them, her big round glasses cover the apples of her cheeks. her hair's in a messy ponytail with her fly aways running loose. my hand subconsciously comes up to move a curl that's dangling in front of her forehead. a loud sound of an alarm goes off and y/n's eyes bulge, and she's quick on her feet.

"my scones are gonna burn!" she yelps making her way to the back.

"baby i gotta go." i hum as i stand, she quickly pokes her head out the walk way to the oven and frowns at me.

"cant stay a lil' longer?" she says with puppy dog eyes.

don't do that

i think to my self and frown shaking my head, "gotta appointment in 20 minutes bee."

"cancel?" she suggest and i let out a chuckle before shaking my head.

"y'know i cant." i say shrugging on my jacket and her frown deepens.

she makes her way over with a cute little pout a puppy dog eyes, she wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her head into my chest.

"don't want you to leave." she huffs hugging me tighter.

"christ pet, squeeze me any tighter ya gonna pop me." i choke out.

"can i come over tonight?"she ask with a giddy smile and i nod.

"yea baby, i'll come get you yeah?" i ask and she nods with a wide smile, then moving behind the counter again.

"kiss?" she muses and i smirk making my way over before being stopped by martha.

"employees only!" martha snaps and flicks my forehead.

"martha let him give me a kiss!" y/n scolded the lady and she shook her head before letting me through.

i grab ahold of her face before pulling her lips towards mine and slowly moving our lips together. i let myself to let go and bite her lip softly causing her to whimper and pull away.

"your a bad boy mr. styles." she says groggily smiling up at me with plump lips.

"not too much on my name baby." i tease with a smirk and she rolls her eyes, "be ready by 5." i say tapping the plump of her ass and she scolds me.

i walk out into the store area before waving at martha, "take care of ma girl martha! and don't do drugs."

"oh c'mon son, 'm no pussy. i got a blunt that's ready to be lit out back." martha teased winking at me.

the door jingles as i chuckle and i make my face go stern looking ahead. y/n runs out from the back and smiles at the woman and child, "welcome to pleasing pâtisserie, what can i get you today?"

a/n : this is how i start off writing LMFAO idk what to be naming shit😭

[harrysarchive]

girls who drink

espresso

martinis : h.s.

paring: tatto artist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"oh no, i am an asshole i will admit but i think i gotta soft spot for girls who drink espresso martinis and like baking." i smirk causing her to blush. "tell me about your bakery."

or

where he's an asshole but she's pretty

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

i roll my shoulders back as i walk into the bar, rap booming and vibrating the floors, the smell of weed and booze hang in the air. The Safe House was packed today, a saturday night for people looking to get laid and smoke some loud ass weed, and get drunk with their friends.

my eyes scope out the people in the club, mid gaze i catch honey golden brown eyes that are already set on me. the girl is beautiful, button nose, plump lips and a little bit of acne she doesn't even try to hide showing it off with a sense of pride. my eyes start trailing down her body, she's wearing a cream crop top and high waisted shorts, her plushy thighs on display causing my lip to get caught between my teeth. feel niall nudge my shoulder and point to our reserved table.

"c'mon we gotta order some drinks and i want a basket of wings." niall huffs walking towards the table.

"when aren't you eatin?" i mumble and he throws me the finger.

as we make our way over i bump into a blonde head causing her drink to spill over my shoes, "watch where your fuckin' goin'." i spat and she looks at me with stunned eyes.

"i'm sorry, i was going to apologize but you don't have to be such a fucking asshole!" she exclaimed and i roll my eyes.

getting to the table a server comes quickly, "what can i get you?" she asked staring at me with lustful eyes.

rolling my eyes, "crown on the rocks." i mumble my eyes going back to find brown eyed girl.

once my eyes land on her again i see she's drinking a dark drink in a martini glass, "also an espresso martini for the girl over there." i say pointing to the pretty girl.

the server looks at the mystery girl up and down before rolling her eyes and smacking her gum, "is that it?"

"niall." i point to the brown headed dick head.

niall smiles at her before ordering what he came for and the server walks away. my eyes stay trained on the girl, dancing with her friends swaying her hips side to side on one of the friend. i study her movements before i see a server go up to her and handing her the drink. the girl furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head saying something in return, then causing the server to point in my direction causing her head to snap towards me. she smiles a little and a flush color comes to the apples of her chubby cheeks. she takes the martini and raise her glass to me, i nod at her before looking back at niall.

"she's definitely not your type pal, and she looks way out of your league." niall murmurs.

"fuck you." i spat as our drinks were served along with nialls wings.

"she looks too innocent for you." niall says stuffing a wing in his mouth.

"she's...pretty." i shrug and niall snorts.

"i've never heard you call a girl pretty." niall continues to laugh.

"you sound like a fuckin' pig." i huff crossing my hands over my chest.

"all i'm saying is she's like a shot of espresso, sunshine if you will and you're the grumpy old man that keeps his widow blocked with black out curtains." niall shrugged taking a sip of his drink.

"yeah well more of a reason not to talk to her." i mumble pulling out a joint and lighting the ends.

"you're not planning on talking to her?" niall asked.

"no." i snapped sharply taking a drag from the joint.

"well today must be your unlucky day, look alive," niall patted my back, "because she's on her way over here." he looks past my shoulder and smiles widely, "hey sweetheart!"

my blood runs cold and i tense up, deciding to see if he's fucking with me or not i look over and see that she is indeed walking over to us.

"niall what the fuck." i whisper, "what do i do?"

"dunno think fast."

"uh hi." i hear a serene like voice that pulls me to look back at her.

she places her glass on the table, my eyes trail back to her eyes and they crinkle as she smiles widely, "my names y/n." she stuck her hand out and i bite my lip before placing my hand in hers, niall takes the joint before quickly getting up and leaving.

"harry."

"i just wanted to come over here and say thank you."

"i hope it was to your liking." i say motioning for her to sit at an empty seat in front of me.

"mhm yes, espresso martinis are my favourite, how did you guess?" she asked sitting down.

"my sister likes 'em and it looked like that was in your glass."

"ah a sister with taste." she teases and i snort.

"yeah, shit taste." i respond earning a giggle.

i go back over her face and study it some more and when she notices her cheeks flush once more.

"is there something on m' face?" she ask bringing a hand to cover her.

"no- well maybe like a smudge of the drink." i point it out and she quickly wipes it.

"so tell me about yourself harry." she hums resting her head on her palm.

" 'm not interesting in the slightest bit." i shake my head before taking a swig of my drink.

"well you look interesting to me."

"what do you want to know lil' bee?" i hum tilting my head.

"what do you do?"

"tattoos, gotta shop on cadaway avenue."

"see that, harry, is what i call interesting." she smiles.

"lemme guess what you do?" i ask and she nods giving me the right away, "bookstore?"

"mh not quite." she chuckles, "i did think about owning my own bookstore as a kid but no."

" floral designer." i try again and she chuckles again.

"no, good one but no."

"thought i had you all figure you out bee." i smirk landing a hand on her thigh.

"bakery." she hums placing a hand over mine, "i like baking."

it all clicks in my head and i nod, "cute."

"you know my friend was the one that bumped into you and she said you were an asshole but then you bought me a drink and you're very charming. i don't think you're an asshole." she says biting her lip after.

"oh no, i am an asshole i will admit but i think i gotta soft spot for girls who drink espresso martinis and like baking." i smirk causing her to blush. "tell me about your bakery."

her eyes light up and a smile spreads on her face, "its actually a street down from cadaway, my favorite to make is probably the brownies, they're so soft and the flavour is just, mwah!" she exclaims chef kissing her fingers, "you should definitely stop by i could make you something you would like, if chocolate isn't...." she continues to ramble on and a smile takes over my face.

a shot of espresso for the grumpy man.

a/n: THE WAY THIS WAS SCHEDULED FOR 6:30 MY TIME AND IT UPLOAD AT 3:30 WHAT THE FUCK TUMBLR 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

[harrysarchive]

a fight for us: h.s.

pairing: boxer!harry x librarianreader

summary: "i don't want you doing this." i whisper, "i'm not happy about this."

"you've made that clear." he scoffed standing up and stomping up the stairs,"but i'm fighting for us."

or

harry's fighting for respect for his girl

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Y/N'S

POV

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i tap lightly on the bench beneath me as i watch harry spar, his movements sharp and clean, he's always been very precise with his technique. he lets out a grunt as niall manages to land a solid hit on his jaw.

"you fucker!" harry groans before throwing a high kick and hits niall's side with force causing him to tumble.

"language!" steve, harry's and niall's, personal trainer yells out.

harry quickly gets on top of him and holds him in place, "tap out, bitch." he smirks and yanks nialls arm for more leverage.

"in your dreams styles." niall grunts when harry yanks a little harder, "y/n tell him to let me go!" niall whines and i chuckle and shake my head.

"you're on your own ni." i say shrugging my shoulders.

"fuck man! fine you shit head! i tap out!" naill groaned and lets out a sigh of relief when harry lets go of his arms.

"great job harry." steve claps before walking towards the main door, "i'll be in my office."

harry smirks lightly before walking over to me and grabbing the squeeze bottle of water that sat next to me placing a kiss on my cheek before sitting down.

"nialls a fucking pussy." he chuckles squirting water into his mouth before wiping away the sweat that's built up on his forehead.

"watch your mouth styles!" niall yelled throwing him the finger as he tried to catch his breath on the mat. 

"you guys are children." i tsk.

i bring my hands to harry's and start to lightly trace over his tattoos, him and niall bickering about a footies game that was on last night. i start to daze off and manage to not hear the commotion of luke throwing the doors open making himself known. harry lets out a mumbled profanities before lightly grasping my hand.

"...okay baby?" i hear the last of his sentences and i snap my eyes to his.

"whatchu say?" i hum looking at his beautiful eyes, my hand has a mind of its own and goes up to caress a eyelash off his under eye.

he smiles lightly before bringing my thumb to his mouth kissing the pad of it, "i said can you go wait in the car for me baby."

"nu uh i wanna stay with you please." i whisper before i hear a harsh laugh for behind harry, i furrow my eyebrows and look over seeing luke, i give him my best glare before looking back at harry.

"are you done being babied harry." luke chuckles sarcastically.

"fuck off hayes before i beat ya fucking ass." he sharply spoke.

"oh c'mon mate, this bitch has-" luke stops mid sentence as harry is quick on his feet and charging over to luke, ah shit.

"har! stop it's not worth it." i manage to catch up but he break ahold of my grip and is all up in luke's face.

"you think your hot shit, luke, but your nothing but a fuckin pussy. your technique is shit, you always pull your punches, you're a fucking bleeder, you're a fucking amateur. watch how you fuckin speak to me." harry spits before shoving him back and turning around walking towards me with a scowl on his face.

luke stumbles back before recovering and quickly marching behind harry, giving him a push that makes him fall to that mat. harry falls and i let out a gasp quickly moving to him and kneeling beside him

"fuck you luke!" i yell anger bubbling in my veins.

"yeah yeah shut it princess." luke smirks.

harry's face doubles in anger quick on his feet he's once again in luke's face, "watch how you speak to my fuckin girlfriend!" harry throws a punch at luke hitting him square in the jaw.

"what the hell is going on!" steve shouts running out of his office and charging towards harry and luke.

"you, me tomorrow at 9. i'm fuckin beatin' your fucking ass." harry scolded.

"see you there." luke grunted walking out.

harry lets out a shaky breath before walking over to our bench and grabbing all his things. he grabs ahold of my bag and hands in to me, "let's go home."

"styles what the hell is going on?" steve grabs ahold of his arm pulling him face to face.

"luke's gonna pay for the shit he pulled on me an' ma girl." harry grunted before shoulder bumping steve and leaving out the door.

"i'm sorry steve i don't know what happened it happened so fucking fast." i spew fixing my purse and heading towards the door. "i'll try to talk him down but just make sure the rings ready tomorrow."

"so what? you're really going to go through with this?" i shout throwing my hands out beside me, "i don't want you to this harry."

"i don't give a damn y/n, i'm doing this for us! he can't get away with shit like that, not in my fuckin gym." harry shrugs his shoulders taking a swig of water.

"you know how uncomfortable this makes me feel, you aren't prepared enough to fight him! you haven't been training to fight him. you're been training to fight james! and right now you're fighting for your ego!" i snap.

"james is a tougher fight and you know this! fuck y/n/n why cant you just fucking support me on my decision !"

"you know i have supported you through everything! fuck harry i was the one that was there at your first fight! but what are you earning from this? there's no money to win, nothing!" i argue with tears in my eyes.

"why does it have to be about money y/n? you know i'll make money when they hear i'm the one being in a fight! you know people bet hundreds of pounds on me!"

"i don't want you doing this." i whisper, "i'm not happy about this."

"you've made that clear." he scoffed standing up and stomping up the stairs,"but i'm fighting for us."

a strong emotion of guilty fills my body and i let a tear fall down my eyes. it's not that i'm not supportive of his job it's just, sometimes he does it for the wrong reasons. like now, he doesn't need to do a dirty fight, he had one lined up for next week. that's why he was training with niall, because niall's on the same leave as james. i let out a groan and run a hand down my face. i walk up the stairs as well and head towards the shower, well i guess there's a fight tomorrow.

i anxiously bounce my leg as i see harry warming up, throwing punch after punch at the punching bag. last night was a first in our relationship, and it wasn't a good first, we went to sleep angry at each other and in different rooms. he lets a grunt out before taking off his boxer gloves and throwing them on the ground. i move my gaze to my nails as he walks over to me, looking at them like there the most interesting things in the world, harry's tattooed hand grabs ahold of my chin and i left my gaze to his.

"i'm sorry, my love, i am." he promised placing his lips over mine, i kiss back before pulling away, "but this is a fight for us."

"i'm just scared," i admit, "i know you can beat his ass but, fuck harry, i'm having so much fucking anxiety about this."

"you know i got this," he murmured caressing my cheek, "how 'bout this yeah? what if i take you to that sushi spot after i win this thing yeah?"

"and froyo too?" i ask looking at him with puppy eyes.

he lets out a chuckle and nods, "yes pretty girl, froyo too."

i grab his face and press my forehead against his, "be careful, please." i hum pressing a kiss on his nose, "i love you with my whole fucking heart harry."

"i love you more, way fucking more." he smiled pressing a kiss to my lips.

"styles! let's go!" steve yells and my anxiety sky rockets again, harry groans before nodding.

"comin'!" he yells back, "it's time to go yea love?" he speaks to me with softness.

he grabs ahold of my hand and we make our way towards the room with the ring. my hand squeezed harry's and he looks at me with a reassuring smile.

"45,000 pounds on this fight styles." steve grinned patting harry's back.

"jesus christ." i murmur feeling my stomach churn, "are you sure? thats is a really high bid."

"it's a fight no one expected, but a fight everyone wanted."

the sound of people screaming and cheering snapped me into reality, harry yanks me to his side of the ring and sits me down on his bench.

"good luck kiss?" he asked with a cheeky smile and i giggled nodding my head and quickly pressing my lips to his.

"good luck, i love you." i mumbled against his lips.

"i love you more my good luck charm."

a loud bell rings and i let out an anxious sigh. harry's got this he's going to beat luke's ass.

"ladies and gentlemen, coming to the ring here is the current champion, harry styles." the announcer exclaims causing the crowd to have an uproar.

"and now ladies and gentlemen, coming to the ring is rookie luke hayes!" the announcer says and the crowd boos and cheers causing me to snicker.

the bell signals the start of the fight making luke jabs harry in the stomach, harry quickly covers his face, luke throws jab after jab but at harry's face,harry quickly dodges them. luke's fast i'll give him that but harry's faster and more precise. harry let's luke throw more jabs and im on my feet in seconds.

"get your head in the game harry!" i shout balling my fist.

harry throws a chopping right hand at luke's jaw, "right there har, throw another!" i shout again and rub my hands together.

harry throws a hard body punch and i shout in excitement, harry throws more quick body shots they're fast a precise like always, it's just the first round and he's got this in the bag. luke finds himself on the ropes but manages to get two punches in, harry doesn't let it slide and lands a couple more punches before round one is over. harry walks over to his corner and spits on the ground before sitting down.

"if he gets you it's because you let your guard down." steve says and he squirts water into harry's mouth, "you need to feint or move your waist to avoid the counterpunch."

harry nods and the bell rings again and he's quickly on his feet again, he stand with his fist up and the referee whistles them to start. jabs are the easiest to take away, harry's always said, and he's about to work diligently to take away luke's. harry likes to feel out the first round, feel how they move what they think is there greatest moves but then he takes them as your weaknesses and use it against you. he goes for luke's body and then goes up with a left hook. by the time the fourth round comes harry's on top, but luke's decides to get more aggressive and throws body jabs. i can tell harry's trying to pinpoint a good left hook.

"styles! back to what you do!" steve yells.

"c'mon harryfocus!" i yell sitting back on the bench.

luke's thrown a lot of punches but hasn't land most of them, harry's thrown a couple and keeps fucking landing them. harry throws another jab and i clap, "that's it! c'mon bring it home!" i shout jumping on my toes.

there's another break and harry rushes over sitting down and spitting out, "little by little got it" steve says and harry nods taking a swig of water.

harry returns back to the ring, and the bell rings harry goes all out and starts taking more body shots.

"he's going down! he's going down! don't get desperate!" steve shouts.

luke throws combination punches trying to established himself, he uses his head movements trying to blow steam off the punches harry's giving. harry go's for a punch but misses and i curse under my breath.

steve looks at me and nods, "he's starting to fade, luke's going down."

"luke get out the fuckin ropes!" i hear his trainer yell and i smirk.

"fuckers going down." i mumble to steve and he nods.

harry throws punch after punch and luke starts to shrink down on the ropes, "c'mon har, hit him!" i yell.

harry lands a hit on luke's head and i clap, harry smirks and bring his gloves up to his face and looks at luke with dark eyes, luke throws a punch and harry nods before pulling his gloves down and doing it again causing luke to throw another punch. the bell rings again and harry makes his way back.

"if you stay on the ropes, he isn't going to come because he knows you want to counterpunch, kid." steve says sternly.

harry makes his way back and starts throwing punches back to back causing luke to crowd down on the ropes. "you're pretty good." luke says to harry and harry smirks.

"i know ." he said throwing a solid punch and landing it perfectly.

"that's it!" i shout happily, the bell rings again and harry rushes over.

"you need to keep hitting the body kid, he's hurt, it's there for the taking." steve says wiping away the sweat build up on my boys forehead.

round ten comes quick and i'm watching intensely, the fight is good harry has a lead, luke decided to throw all his hardest punches during the first round but harry's smart and keeps his hardest punches for last. harry's body shots are what he's good at and he knows how to throw them.

"c'mon luke show no respect." i hear a woman yell and i scrunch my face, the fuck did she say?

"harry beat his fucking ass keep him on the ropes !" i shout louder and she looks at me raising an eyebrow.

harry gets a hit that makes luke bending lower and goes start for his head throwing two hits and landing them.

"that's it H!" i yelp clapping my hands.

luke drops to the mat and i shout in victory, "yes!"

luke manages to stand and the announcer walks up to him and starts counting "..5..6..7..8.. you wanna keep fighting?" he asked luke and luke nods.

harry smirks and swarms luke with punches one after another over and over until like drops to the mat.

"fuck yeah h! that's how you fucking do it!" i giggle jumping up and down next to steve the bells ring and harry stands on the rope throwing his hands in victory.

we run onto the mat and steve claps his back, "that's how you fucking do it you bastard!"

"you did it fucker!" i kiss his lips and he smiles, "i did it for you baby always for you." harry mumbles.

harry makes his way over to luke and shakes his hand, "you're a good fighter luke, but don't ever disrespect the people in my life again or i'll do this all agin with ease."

"you're a great fighter harry and i'm sorry for everything i said i have great respect for you and your girl." luke apologise and harry nods.

"this is so fucking good." i him out as i drop a spicy crab roll into my mouth.

"yeah?" harry hums and i nod.

"wanna bite?" i ask and he nods.

he takes a roll and dips it in soy sauce before throwing it back.

"you did great, i'm so fucking proud of you." i say rubbing my hand on his bicep.

"thank you, it was all for you." he smiles before eating another roll.

"wanna go home please." i hum holding onto his bicep.

"thought you wanted froyo?" he asked and i lean towards him.

"you got me all hot and bothered wanna go home and give you a real treat please." i whisper in his ear and he smirks.

" 'xcuse can i get our bill please." harry said to the waitress and she nodded.

she comes back quickly and harry throws down cash yelling 'keep the change!' before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the restaurant.

"i fucking love you, now let's go home." harry said kissing my lips.

a/n: ah gotta love criticism :')

-all the love,

em

xo🤍

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always come back to you: h.s.

summary: "what ya lookin at then, huh?" she quirked an eyebrow.

"m' pretty girl." i reply and she smiles.

"you finally came back to me." she sighed happily with eyes full of love.

"always come back to ya, you know that."

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harry finally comes back to her.

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"thank you and g'night." i murmur to the uber driver as i pull my suitcase for the boot.

the light breeze makes me shiver, a smile lightly covers my face at the house in front of me. after months of being apart (precisely three) i'm finally back to her. i trot over to the door along with the rolling suit case before looking at the time on my phone the picture of her kissing my cheek illuminated the dark and made my smile grow larger. 6:38 a.m. read the time, i sigh knowing she was asleep and a heavy sleeper at that. shrugging my shoulders i pull out the key to her place she gave me years prior, and quickly unlock the door and stepping into the humble abode. the house carried a vanilla and caramel scent, quickly setting my tense shoulders at easy. my train of thoughts get interrupted when i feel furry run across my legs.

"alpine! c'mere lovie!" i smile bending over and pick up the white feline. "hi lovie, missed ya lots." i run my hand through her hair and she nudges my hand with her head letting out a purr.

"ya mum's asleep, huh?" i tsk her softly.

pulling the luggage into the living room i leave it there shrugging, i'll bring it to the room later. i jog upstairs and happily walk to our bedroom door, putting my ear to it making sure she was asleep. once i get confirmation with a light, cute snore i turn the knob slowly and push my way into the room. i see my girl sleeping with a pillow in arms and her mouth slightly ajar. her nose twitches and she murmured something incoherent as i walk closer to her, my cheeks start quivering from the amount of smiling i'm doing. quietly tip-toeing over to the side of the bed that's vacant i climb in wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to me. she huffs and stirs awake in my arms.

"hello?" she ask groggily and i smile pressing a kiss against her cheek.

"missed ya baby." i hum, digging my nose into her neck.

"har!" she exclaimed shooting up from my arms and plopping herself on top of me, pressing kisses all over my face, "i missed you so much stinker!"

i dig my fingers into her sides and her beautiful giggles fill the air.

"stop! har stop!" she laughed pushing my hands away.

i stop and grab her beautiful face with my hands and pull her to my lips, she smiles against the kiss before kissing back lightly biting my lip causing me to groan, she pulls away with a giggle and falls onto the bed breathless, a smile wide on her face. i lay back with her wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she wraps an arm around my waist, entangling our legs together. i bring my eyes to view her face, her brown eyes gleamed with joy and her cute button nose scrunched when she noticed me staring.

"stop looking at me like that you fuck ass." she said as i moved a curl from her eye i bark out a laugh before thumping her forehead.

"watch how ya speak to me woman!" i tease.

"whatchu lookin at then huh?" she asked quirking an eyebrow.

"m' pretty girl." i reply and she smiles.

"you finally came back to me." she sighed happily with eyes full of love.

"always come back to ya, you know that."

"i love you edward." she teased and i huff rolling my eyes.

"i love you y/m/n." i smirk placing kisses all over her face.

a/n : well hello i use to write on wattpad a looooonnnngggggg time ago but i thought i'd give tumblr a try bc i got so damn addicted to this app :p! happy readings!!😚

-all the love,

em

xo🤍