Masterlist
Harry Styles:
*angst
^fluff
~smut
Blurbs:
Face Masks - a short blurb of you and harry putting on face masks. ^
You’re Short - you’re insecure about your height and harry cheers you up.^
One Shots:
Jealous - harry gets jealous because of the señorita music video.*
“Get out.” Your voice came out strong, a facade to how you were really feeling. You felt weak, like you would fall into his arms if he were to be in front of you.
“Just hear me out, please babe.”
“Why did you do that?” Your voice was weak.
He was walking towards you, you were listening to his footsteps on the wooden floor. Until he came to a stop in front of you, blocking your view of the TV where you were watching some random Netflix show that you just couldn’t concentrate on.
“I was—“ You looked up at him when he started talking and he ran a hand over his face. “I was jus’ jealous.”
You’re An Embarrassment - harry is embarrassed by you and you leave him.*
You were over this party.
You really were. Harry has been ignoring you for the past hour you both have been at this party.
You watched him chat animatedly to his friends, leaving you sitting alone at an empty table. You can’t help but glare at him as he never once looked back at you the whole 10 minutes you were staring at him.
His friends obviously caught on, choosing to ignore your stares and focusing on Harry talking instead. You were angry and hurt, but right now the anger getting the best of you.
You’re An Embarrassment (pt. 2)*
You entered you and Harry’s shared apartment, noticing the mess that the living room was in. The usual tidy room was littered with crumpled up tissues and empty glasses. You didn’t even notice that Harry was lying down wrapped in your favorite blanket on the sofa. When Harry heard the door open and close, he whipped his head up and to your direction.
“Y/N..” He whispered, brokenly yet hopeful. You came back, you came back to him. He didn’t deserve you. Not after what he said to you that night.
You just stood there at the front door and sniffled, replying back. “Hi, Harry.” Your response was all he needed to get up from his position and walk towards you.
Please Tell Me You Love Me - you’re in love with your best friend, and you find a love note.*
Then you saw him. He was there before you, hands grasped onto the menu in front of him, reading the choices even though you know he was going to get the same order he always did.
You paused, taking a moment to admire him. You hadn’t seen him in a few days and you missed him. You shook your head lightly, the distance was needed, for your sake and his. Mostly for yours, if you were being honest.
One Last Time - y/n and harry have been distant lately, and y/n sees it as an impending end to their marriage.~*
Silent mornings, empty dining tables, the sound of the door closing at 3 AM. That was the new normal, and Y/N hated it.
Harry was always out. Always at the studio, always away on trips to other countries, always not home.
Y/N was always in their bedroom, reminiscing on the good times, remembering when their marriage felt like they were both floating on air, so in love it felt like a fairytale.
But this was reality, and reality rarely had happy endings. So when Harry has actually come home at an early time for once, Y/N didn’t know why, maybe the guilt of never seeing his wife even though they had only gotten married a year before, but she decided to use it to her advantage. Y/N wanted to know what it felt like to touch him for the last time.
One Last Time (pt. 2)
They hadn’t woken up with Harry still in bed in a long time, Y/N had missed it. A lot.
His head lay on the pillow, face smushed into it. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. Y/N couldn’t help but smile, she loved him.
But if they were gonna be distant with each other, what was the point of marriage? It was a heartbreaking thought that their love wasn’t strong enough to withstand not even two years before it was over.
If I Could Go Back - y/n caught feelings for her close friend harry, who is already in love with someone else.*(happy ending)
Y/N couldn’t wrap her head around the fact she actually slept with one of her good friends. She was always adamant of never crossing that line with him, but somehow it happened and she basked in the memories of last night. He was so sweet and good to her, like how she imagined he would be, and honestly her imagination didn’t do him justice.
“You okay?” Harry’s voice turned concerned and Y/N tilted her head slightly in curiosity of who was calling Harry at–she tapped her phone screen and it lit up bright in front of her–nine in the morning.
“Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry. I’ll come over now, yeah? You’ll be okay.” The words rushed out of Harry and before you had a chance to process it, Harry was turning to you.
“Hey, Y/N, there’s an emergency.. I think you should go.” Y/N blinked in confusion, this was not how she was expecting things to go when she woke up.
>>in which Daisy calls - a blurb in which harry gets a call from the woman who he was once thought he was in love with
Shawn Mendes:
Flirtationship - you and shawn have a flirty friendship going on, which becomes more.^
Liar - based on the song liar by LÉON.*
