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Can we get one where Harry is afraid of thunder and is cuddly and you just cuddle him and give him little kisses (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
had a break in between the ridiculous amount of homework I have (it's the week before final exams, help me) and wrote this cute little request. thanks to @finja-caipirinha for sending it in, I hope you (and everyone else) likes this :)
warnings: lots of fluff, ig angst if h being afraid of storms counts
WC: 1041
Harry had had astraphobia, or a fear of thunderstorms, for as long as he could remember. There wasn’t really a specific event that had triggered it, either. Whenever it stormed at night when he was a kid, he would bring his pillows and blankets to Gemma’s room and sleep on the floor. When he was in One Direction, the boys would build pillow forts in the hotel rooms and all hunker down in them together on stormy nights to help him feel more at ease. When he was at home alone during storms, he would do anything to drown out the noise: watch a loud movie, blast music, or make drinks that would use the blender. But no material objects would ever be louder than the pounding of his heart.
The two of you had just moved in together, and the two of you hadn’t weathered a storm together yet. Harry was glad; he was afraid you’d make fun of him for his fear. People used to make fun of him for it when he was a kid, but luckily for him, none of his current friends did. But he also knew that his fear of the storms was a bit ridiculous. He’d understand if you made a teasing comment. Soon, though, he’d find out exactly what you’d think.
“Looks like we’re in for some rough weather tonight, H,” you mentioned casually as you were cuddling and watching a movie.
Harry had only gotten home from tour a few days ago, and the two of you were living in a sweet, little bubble, hardly leaving each other’s sides. But the mention of the weather made Harry realize that the bubble was going to pop tonight.
“Yeah? What’s it lookin like?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
“Pretty bad thunderstorm. Looks like it’s supposed to be at like 2 am though, so we’ll probably sleep through it,” you told him, unaware of his anxiety.
“Yeah, probably…” he trailed off.
You were engrossed in the movie, so you didn’t notice the significant change in his mood. Nor did you notice the rigidness in his body language until the two of you crawled into bed for the night and he was lying in bed on his back, stiff as a board.
“You okay, H?” you asked softly.
Almost as if snapping out of a trance, he turned to you and said, “Yeah, baby, ‘m okay. Jus’ ready to go to sleep.”
You looked at him strangely, but didn’t delve into it. You were really tired too, but vowed to follow up on it in the morning. Harry turned so he could gently spoon you and the two of you drifted off to sleep.
Harry woke up with a quiet squeak of fear as the loud claps of thunder seemed to shake the room. He risked a glance out of the window and saw lighting streak across the sky while rain poured from the sky. Harry unwrapped his arms from around your torso and held his pillow tightly to his head, hoping to drown out the loud noise. But the booming of the thunder quickly broke through his pillow barrier, and before he knew it, he was trembling with fear. His heartbeat thundered like the weather outside, his chest tightened, and his palms grew sweaty and shaky. Harry knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep again without your help, so he gently shook you awake.
“Baby?” he whimpered, his voice shaking, “can yeh wake up f’ me?”
You woke up then, blinking your eyes at him, “Everything okay, H?”
Loud thunder echoed throughout the house and Harry let out yet another terrified noise.
Your eyes softened, “Oh, baby, are you scared of storms?”
He nodded, making you frown slightly as you intertwined your fingers with his.
“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
Harry blushed slightly, mumbling, “Didn’t want yeh t’ make fun of me?”
“I would never make fun of you for a phobia, H,” you murmured, “promise.”
“‘M sorry,” he whispered, wincing as another clap of thunder sounded, “I didn’t mean t’ assume yeh would, but people have in the past, so I can’t help bein nervous.”
“I understand, Harry, it’s okay. Just please talk to me about stuff like this, okay?”
He nodded, “Okay, lovie.”
Harry squeaked in fear again as a bright flash of lightning was followed up by the booming sound of thunder, seemingly even louder than before.
“Want me to hold you, Harry?” you asked.
“Yes, please,” he replied softly.
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his body in to meet your own. You rubbed his back and breathed with him, helping him to regulate his heartbeat. He wiped his sweaty palms on his boxers before latching onto you, noticing the constricting feeling in his chest starting to fade. You leaned down, pressing sweet kisses all over his face before connecting your lips. He smiled softly, returning your soft pecks with gentle enthusiasm. When the next bout of thunder came around, Harry barely even noticed it, too caught up in the feeling of your sweet kisses. No kiss was too long, just a press of your lips against his before pulling away and diving back in. You loved on him, trying to make him feel as safe and comfortable as possible.
By the time you pulled away from his lips for the final time that night, the thunder was just a quiet rumble in the background. Harry couldn’t help but smile at this.
“Thank yeh f’ helpin me out, lovie. Love and appreciate yeh s’ much,” he told you, grateful for your comforting presence.
“Of course, baby. I’ll be there to hold you through any storm,” you replied sincerely, softly kissing his forehead before he cuddled into you.
You stayed up until he fell asleep, smiling at the content look on his face. Making a safe space for Harry was all you cared about that night, and the slumbering man in your arms led you to believe that you had achieved that goal. You loved him so much. But you figured it was time for you to join him in slumber, so you drifted off as well, holding the man of your dreams in your arms.
Hiiii happy sleepover night 💗 congrats on 700 followers. could you write about harry gaining weight and his bum gets a bit fuller and him just being a cocky little brat wearing tight pants around you knowing you love the view
ty love!!! ❤️ I thought this one was pretty fun, I love harry's butt (I feel like that's not much of a secret lol) so I quite enjoyed this one ;)
warnings: none! just talking about harry's butt lmao
wc: 559
Before now, Harry didn’t have too much of a butt. It honestly used to make him a little bit insecure; he was pretty muscular, but he wished his hips were just a bit bigger. You still thought his butt was cute, you would give it little squeezes and smacks when you passed by him. It wasn’t a secret to him how much you liked it, and it made him feel a lot more confident in that part of his body.
But now, Harry had gained a little weight in that area. His slacks were getting tighter around his butt than before, and, to put in the words of Miss Megan Thee Stallion, he’d stop at every mirror just to stare at his own posterior. It looked pretty damned good now, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting smug about it, especially since you were paying it even more attention than you had before. Nearly every time he walked in front of you, he felt your gaze slid downwards, almost of its own accord. So he decided to take advantage of it.
Today, he decided to wear a particularly tight pair of leather trousers for a press day. His partner had a field day when he wore his leather ensemble at the Grammys, so he figured he’d bring the look back. Not only did they show off his perfect posterior, it hugged his thighs and calves nicely as well. He paired it with his Safe Sex t-shirt, wanting to keep the rest of the look fairly casual.
He stepped out of your shared bedroom and into the kitchen, where you were making morning coffee for the both of you. You stirred cream and sugar into yours while Harry took the cup meant for him, since he liked his black.
“G’mornin, lovie,” he said softly while pressing a kiss to your cheek, “thank yeh for the coffee.”
“Of course, baby,” you replied as you turned toward him to give him a proper kiss.
Your lips touched briefly before he pulled away, taking a sip of his coffee, “I hate press days.”
You laughed, “I know. But you’ll be able to come home and relax at the end of the day.”
“And get some lovin from m’ favorite girl,” Harry said with a grin.
He moved past her to slip on the shoes he had waiting by the front door. He felt her gaze wander, smirking as he remembered what pants he was wearing.
“Like m’ outfit, love?” he cheekily asked.
Your cheeks grew slightly warm, “Yeah. Your pants are nice.”
He chuckled, “I’ll bet yeh think so. Always enjoy the view when I wear pants like this, yeah?”
“Shut up,” you grumbled, hating that he was right.
“Yeh love m’ bum,” he countered.
“I can’t help it,” you admitted, “it’s just so nice.”
You walked over to him and gave it a squeeze.
“I know. I quite like how it’s fillin out.”
“Is that why you’ve been wearing tight pants so often?” you questioned.
“Perhaps,” he responded with a cheeky smirk, “don’ act like yeh don’ like it.”
“You’re a pest,” you replied with a smile.
He kissed you on the cheek, “Your pest.”
You kissed him on the lips, then landed a harsh smack on his ass, smirking at the small squeak he made, “All mine.”
for the blurb night one where reader gets a lot of hate but doesn't tell h just how much until she finally breaks one day? 💗💗
this prompt got me in my feelings 🥺🥺 I think it's pretty damned good, hope you agree!!!
warnings: angst, online trolling/bullying
wc: 560
She couldn’t take it anymore. Every time she opened her phone, her Twitter feed was full of it.
“She’s so fucking ugly.”
“What does he even see in her?”
“His exes are way hotter than she is.”
“What’s up with those lines on her stomach?”
“Gross.”
It was the same on Instagram and TikTok. Everywhere she went, it felt like people didn’t want her to exist. But she didn’t want to tell Harry about it. She loved him endlessly, and she knew he felt the same about her. But she didn’t want him to think badly of his fans because of her. So she kept it to herself for as long as she could.
But one day, he saw it. She looked at her phone for a few minutes with tears in her eyes. Her hands trembled and she shoved it back in her pocket.
“Are you okay, my love?” he asked quietly.
She looked at him, trying to blink the tears away, “Y-yeah. I’m fine, H, it’s nothing.”
“Yeh look like y’ gonna cry, lovie. Don’ seem fine,” tears filled her eyes again at his words, “talk t’ me, baby. Wanna help yeh feel better.”
A buzz sounded from her phone. She glanced at the notification, and the tears spilled over, beginning to coat her cheeks.
“Oh, love,” Harry cooed, pulling her into his lap and rubbing her back with his strong hands, “hate seein yeh like this. Please talk t’ me, honey. Let me help yeh.”
He peppered soft kisses on her hairline, soothing her until she was calm enough to talk to him.
“I-it’s the fans, H-Harry. Th-they say s-such awful thing a-about me. That y-you’d be better off w-without me,” she sniffed, wiping her eyes as best as she could, “t-the one th-that I j-just saw said I w-was the m-most hideous c-creature on the planet-” she cut herself off with another round of sobs.
Harry’s heart cracked in two. How could his fans be so cruel to the woman he loved? His grip tightened around her as he nearly cried himself, thinking of what his love had to go through.
“‘M so sorry, m’ love. Yeh don’ deserve anythin they’re sayin t’ yeh. Y’ the most incredible person ‘ve ever met. Yeh make me happier than ‘ve ever been. Y’ kind, gentle, intelligent, funny, honest, and beautiful. No one on the earth can compare t’ yeh. I’ll try t’ get them t’ stop. But even if they don’, I hope yeh know tha’ everythin they say isn’t true, and tha’ I love yeh more than words could ever say.”
He felt her smile against his shirt after his little speech, “You mean it?”
He pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, “Of course, m’love. Y’ my soulmate. No one else out there is as incredible as yeh.”
She pulled away from him, tears still staining her cheeks, but a wobbly smile on her lips, “Thank you, H. I-it’s not going to get better right away, but I’ll try to learn to ignore it. To know that their opinions don’t matter.”
“They don’ matter at all, baby. The only one who should care about yeh is, well, you. Yeh don’ need t’ worry abou pleasin anyone else. I love yeh to pieces, baby,” he replied.
She kissed him sweetly, “I love you too, Harry. So much.”
Hi! I love your writing sm 💖 could u write something where H and Y/N are new parents and they finally have some alone time? And maybe she's a little insecure about her body? I feel like Harry would be so cute in this 🥺
hi!!! thank you for saying you love my writing, that's very sweet ❤️❤️feel bad that it took me so long to answer this, but I got a huge bout of inspiration yesterday and today!!!! I didn't know whether you meant fluffy alone time or smutty alone time, so I did a bit of both lol. this is the longest thing I've written in a long time bc I really liked this prompt, so I hope it's worth the wait and the read!!!
warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!!!! oral (fem receiving), soft sex, body image/body insecurity, separation anxiety (a little), also lots of fluff
wc: 2.7k
Four months ago, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Mara looked almost exactly like you; her hair, skin tone, nose, and ears were just like yours, but her eyes were bright green, just like her father’s. You and Harry were instantly attached to your sweet little girl, and you would both do anything to protect her.
But you were both exhausted. You both knew that caring for a newborn would be hard work, but somehow it was even harder than you anticipated. Constantly waking up in the middle of the night to feed her, changing her multiple times throughout the day, and of course, having to hide her face from paparazzi or nosey fans made raising your child quite difficult. You and Harry hadn’t had any alone time during the four months that Mara came into your life. Neither of you could remember the last time you had been on a date or had sex.
When Harry brought up your lack of alone time with his mother on a video call, she offered to let Mara stay with her for the weekend. You were both apprehensive, never having left your baby girl alone for that long, but Anne managed to convince you that having your alone time would help you both be better parents to your kiddo.
“If you aren’t at your best, you can’t raise your baby to be her best.”
And of course, you knew Anne was right. That’s what led you to right now, handing your mother-in-law a large bag of baby supplies. Harry was gently cradling your daughter in his arms, with her tiny hands gripping her favorite stuffed animal: a soft, pink, stripey kitten, as well as her yellow baby blanket.
Anne could sense the anxiety radiating from you both and softly told you, “I promise you she’ll be fine for the weekend, she’s in good hands. You and Gem turned out pretty well, didn’t you?”
“I suppose we turned out alrigh,” Harry chuckled.
You smiled, though it didn't quite reach your eyes, and picked up Mara’s car seat, joining Anne and your husband on the short walk to her car parked in the driveway. Anne put the baby supplies with her in the passenger’s side as you placed the car seat in the back. Harry set his daughter into the seat, strapping her in with nothing but love in his eyes.
“I’ll be back Sunday evening. I hope you both enjoy your weekend!” Anne said, bringing both you and Harry into a warm embrace.
You smiled, “Thank you, Anne.”
She returned your smile, telling you both how much she loves you before getting into her car and disappearing out of the driveway and down the road.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, the anxiety of being separated from your baby welling up inside of you.
Harry took your hand and led you back inside, “‘S okay, love. Mum’ll take great care of her.”
“I know she will,” you told him, your anxieties spilling out, “it’s just the first time we’ve been away from her. What if some kind of emergency happens, and we won’t be there?”
“If something happens, Mum will handle it and call us. I’m anxious too, my love, but she’ll be okay,” Harry murmured comfortingly, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you into him, gently running his fingers over your back.
Harry’s reassuring words put you more at ease, until he murmured in your ear, “Since we’ve got a little alone time now, was hopin we could spend most of the weekend in the bedroom.”
The anxiety of being separated from your baby morphed into an anxiety of a different kind. The brand new stretch marks and flaps of skin that adorned your body since you gave birth had almost completely dissolved your confidence. The idea of your husband seeing you naked now, though you would love to have sex with him since it had been a few months, terrified you. What if he didn’t like what he’d see anymore?
“Maybe later, H. Right now I’m starving.”
Which was at least true. You were so anxious about Mara leaving that you hadn’t eaten much all day.
Harry nodded understandingly, “Let’s get some food in yeh then, darling. Wanna go out or order in?”
“Order in,” you replied, “maybe that Indian place we like if that’s okay?”
“Anything yeh want is okay with me, lovely.”
You ordered your food quickly, not taking too long to decide what you wanted and then flopped onto the couch, tangling your limbs together as you picked out a serial killer documentary to watch to pass the time.
“I don’ understand why yeh like these s’ much. They’re so dark,” Harry commented.
“They’re fascinating,” you responded, “it’s grim but interesting to see into the mind of someone so messed up.”
“Whatever yeh say, lovie,” he said, pulling you closer to him, “I’ll watch anything yeh wan’ as long as I get to hold m’ pretty wife nice and close.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his words, even if you didn’t quite believe the pretty part anymore. You ended up getting so engrossed in the documentary that you didn’t even notice the food arrive.
When Harry got up to get the food, you whined in protest, enjoying the heat his body was providing you.
He laughed, “Be right back, lovely. Jus’ gettin’ food f’ my favorite person.”
“Didn’t know you were just getting food for yourself,” you quipped.
His eyes narrowed, “I know I’m a narcissist, but I love you just a little more than I love myself.”
“Wow, thank you, Harry. I feel so loved,” you said in a monotone voice as he grabbed the food from the delivery man.
Harry set the bag down on the coffee table and looked at you. As you were trying to figure out what was going on in that crazy brain of his, you suddenly got the wind knocked out of you, as a suspiciously Harry shaped figure threw himself on top of you!
“H!” you shrieked between bouts of laughter, “what the hell?!”
He laughed loudly, then moved to press kisses along any exposed skin he could reach, “Feeling loved yet?”
You snorted, trying to push him off of you, “You’re so annoying, Harry.”
“But yeh love me, right?”
You rolled your eyes, “I guess.”
Harry placed his hand over his heart, “Ouch! That stings!”
“I’m so sorry, Harry,” you said sarcastically, “however can I make it up to you?”
Harry wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, “I can think of a few ways.”
“We have food to e-eat, Harry.”
But your voice wavered at the end as the quick kisses from before turned into slower, sloppier kisses around your neck.
“Not that interested in the food anymore, lovely. Haven’t been with yeh like this in four months,” he murmured, trailing his fingers toward the hem of your shorts.
But you grabbed his wrist, “Stop, H.”
He looked at you quizzically, but listened, pulling his hand away, “Everything okay, sweetheart? I’m sorry, I didn’ mean t’ overstep at all.”
You shook your head, “It’s okay, Harry. Not you, it’s me.”
“Talk to me, lovely,” he replied, cupping your face in his hands, “let me inside that pretty head of yours.”
“I’m not pretty anymore, not since I had the baby…” you trailed off.
Harry looked shocked, “What the hell are yeh talkin’ about?”
“I mean, my body looks awful! I haven’t lost any of my baby weight, and I have all of these gross stretchmarks and other blemishes that I didn’t have before! My boobs are all saggy and sore from having to feed Mara, and I always have bags under my eyes now. How could anyone still find me pretty?” you rambled, tears beginning to spring to your eyes.
Harry listened to you, looking quite upset. He certainly didn’t agree with you at all.
“Lovely, y’ the most beautiful person ’ve ever seen. All of those things yeh said before are perfectly natural! And how could I not find yeh beautiful? This body gave birth to our child, and that makes it the most beautiful thing in the world. I’m so lucky y’ mine, darlin, and even when we’re 80 years old and our hair is falling out, I will always think y’ more beautiful than the sunset, than diamonds, or than anything else,” his lips softly pressed to yours, then he pulled away again and looked you in the eyes, “can I show yeh how beautiful I think yeh are?”
You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.
“Yeah? Yeh sure?” he questioned again as his hands traveled to the hem of your tank top.
When you nodded your assent once more, he slowly lifted it over your head, giving you any chance to stop him. But you didn’t, so his lips trailed down to your chest, murmuring sweet nothings as he did so. When he got to your breasts, he massaged them gently, not wanting to make them more sore than they already were. It felt like heaven, having his massive hands softly rubbing on the tender flesh.
“Feels nice,” you told him, making him smile.
“I’ll give these more often then,” Harry replied, “gives me an excuse to hold y’ boobs.”
You rolled your eyes again, but there was a fond smile on your face, “Annoying.”
“Loving,” he shot back, kissing your chest lightly.
“That too,” you said, your smile growing.
Harry grinned at that, and he continued to make his way down your body, stopping at your stomach. You tensed up, and Harry noticed.
“Love your tummy, baby,” he said, kissing and rubbing your pudge, “love it s’ much.”
You didn’t know how he managed to make you feel so loved, but you were grateful for it. Tears came to yours eyes once more when you took in the moment, your husband lavishing his attention on your body and helping your insecurities slowly melt away. How did you get so lucky?
Harry noticed your wet eyes, “Still okay?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, “just love you.”
That almost made Harry want to cry too, “Love yeh too. More than anything.”
His affections moved to your thighs then as he shimmied his way further down on the couch, lips trailing across the stretch marks that adorned your flesh.
“So pretty,” he said softly, “always love y’ thighs, baby. Especially when you let me in between them like this.”
He nudged them further apart and sucked marks into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
“H,” you breathed, wanting more.
“Can I take y’ shorts off, baby? Wanna taste yeh s’ bad,” Harry asked.
You quickly nodded in agreement, and your husband tugged off your shorts and panties in one motion. He spread your lower lips apart, smirking in satisfaction when strings of your wetness began to coat his fingers.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he said almost to himself, “and so wet f’ me. Been a little while since ‘ve gotten t’ touch yeh like this, hasn’t it?”
You nodded, “Too long. Please touch me, H. No teasing.”
Harry knew that now wasn’t the time; your bodies missed each other too much. So he leaned in and sucked your clit right away, making your knees buckle.
“Shit, H,” you moaned as he lavished your clit with attention, not taking your time today.”
He pulled away temporarily to say, “Missed y’ pussy too much t’ wait,” before diving back in, licking at your slick hole.
You gasped and whined, instinctively closing your thighs around his head. Harry’s hands gripped your thighs and gently pulled them apart, not wanting to get rough with you today, but still needing a little space to work.
You breathed out a soft apology to which he said, “s’ alright. Jus’ try and keep them open f’ me.”
He squeezed your thighs gently before going back in again. The motions of his tongue on your depraved body made you want to cum already. You tried to hold off since you had barely been underneath him, but it had just been too long, and your pussy began to clench on his tongue. Sensing your impending orgasm, Harry took one of his hands off of your thighs and rubbed your clit expertly.
“O-oh, Harry. Harry!” you cried out as you saw stars, your hips gyrating against Harry’s mouth.
He groaned softly at his first taste of you in so long, eagerly licking up everything you had to give to him.
“God yeh taste fuckin incredible.”
Your cheeks grew warm as he leaned in to kiss you, your taste still lingering on his tongue.
When he pulled away, the look in his eyes softened, “Convince yeh that y’ beautiful yet?”
Your cheeks became even warmer as you gave him a bashful smile, “Not quite, but I feel much better than before,” your hand ran over his cheek, “I’m so lucky I have you.”
“Think ‘m the lucky one,” he replied, kissing your forehead.
Harry lined up his cock with your waiting hole, but not before putting on a condom at your request (“I’m not letting you knock me up again so soon, Styles!”).
“Ready f’ me?”
“Always.”
He pushed in slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust since it had been a while. Your pussy clenched around his cock, not used to being full anymore. But it was making it tough for Harry.
“Y’ gotta stop doin’ that, or ‘m gonna blow m’ load before we even get started.”
You giggled, “Now we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“Definitely not,” he replied, “need t’ fuck m’ pretty little wife.”
You leaned toward his ear, “Then do it.”
His first thrust had you moaning, and so did the one after that, and the one after that. It was gentle, soft, but so fucking hot. With every move he made, it was like he was showing you how deeply he wanted you, and how much he loved you. Your lips moved together sloppily in an imitation of a kiss as he gently yet passionately thrust into you. He murmured sweet nothings against your lips the whole time, reminding you how beautiful you are. It was truly making love in the best way possible.
“Close, H,” you gasped out after he started rubbing your clit.
“Can tell yeh are. Always know y’ gonna cum when I rub that little clit,” Harry said almost cockily.
But you knew he was right. Harry always knew what made you tick.
“Come with me, darlin,” he told you, his thrusts losing their previous rhythm as he approached his orgasm.
You couldn’t help but listen as your orgasm stole your breath from you. You could vaguely hear him moaning into your ear as his cum filled the condom stretched around his cock.
When you came down from your highs, he kissed you sweetly, telling you once again how much he loved you without using his words.
“Let me get a cloth and clean us up,” Harry said as he pulled out of you and took off and tied off the condom.
“Hurry back,” you replied, “that serial killer documentary is calling our name.”
You heard him laugh as he climbed up the stairs. He returned with a damp washcloth, and the condom had been disposed of. He spread your thighs open and wiped you clean, kissing you as he did so.
“Gonna run the cloth back upstairs,” he told you.
“Guess I should re-heat the food.”
He chuckled, “Probably. I don’ fancy eatin cold Indian takeaway.”
“Hey,” you said, pointing your finger at him, “cold takeout is delicious.”
“Whatever you say, honey!” he shouted as he went back up the stairs.
You got off of the couch reluctantly and popped your food into the microwave for a few minutes. Harry returned from upstairs and wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing patterns into your stomach as you waited for your food to reheat. When it was done, you took your plates and sat back down on the couch. Once you set your food down, Harry pulled you into his lap and you resumed the documentary as you ate.
“Didn’t realize how badly we needed this until it happened,” you mentioned.
Harry nodded, “Yeah, it’ll be nice t’ just spend the weekend lazing around the house. I’ll have fun doing anything yeh want, as long as it’s with yeh.”
You smiled, kissing him softly before returning your attention to your documentary. Yeah, you definitely married the right guy.
A/N: Here we have a little something with less dialogue but I hope you don’t mind. I think this imagine is pretty self-explanatory, so enjoy
Warnings: mentions of blood
It’s in the middle of the night as Harry’s sleep is interrupted by desperate pleas of his girlfriend. She is shaking his shoulder constantly in order to wake him up.
“Harry…” He hears her whimpering his name. “Wake up, please…” A big, fat lump develops in her throat that she finds hard to swallow. Shame and remorse consume her.
“Harry…”
“What?” he mumbles drunkenly, and then finally opens his eyes, rubbing over them to get a clear sight of his surroundings. Looking at her direction, he discovers that she has switched on the light on her nightstand.
“I-…Harry, I-“ Her voice trembles and breaks when she tries to speak.
“Love, what’s wrong?” he inquires with worry in his eyes as he spots his girlfriend in a crouching position in front of him. She has her arms tightly pressed against her lower stomach, followed by recurring whimpering. Her shoulders are shaking, and when she faces him, he can see that her cheeks are completely drained with her tears. A few strands of hair are clinging onto her beautiful face.
He supports himself on his elbows, then propping himself up to a sitting position.
“I’m s-sorry, Harry. I didn’t know this was going to happen. I’m so sorry.”
“What are you talking about?”
Without answering his question, she backs away a few centimeters only to reveal a dark spot underneath her body. It isn’t too large but isn’t too small either. Harry observes the stain with furrowed eyebrows before he connects the dots and understands what’s going on. Y/N is on her period.
“I’m so sorry…” Her crying reaches his ears. “I messed up your sheets.”
According to her calculations, Y/N has usually expected the bleeding to occur the following day but apparently her period had other plans and did not want to play along, resulting her now sitting here in front of her boyfriend, having his sheets stained with her blood and her head hanging low in shame because she has been completely unprepared. She compares her situation to that of a little child who has wetted its bed but instead of her own bed, she has ruined the one that belongs to Harry. She is not even making attempts to meet his eyes by now because she feels entirely embarrassed and humiliated. She wants to be swallowed by a large hole and not come back ever again. Never has such a situation happened in the many times she has already slept over, especially when she had been on her period. Just look at what one miscalculation has led her into! Harry must be completely disgusted with her which Y/N can absolutely understand. She is already disgusted with herself. The tears continue to flow down her cheeks. The worst thing also is that her period cramps have kicked in and the more intense they become the shallower her breaths leave her mouth.
“Darling, look at me,” Harry says gently, scurrying closer to her and cupping her cheeks with his hands. His heart wrenches between his chest at seeing his poor love blaming herself over something she has absolutely no control over. “It’s okay, hun. I’m not mad at you, I promise. Accidents happen and it’s totally normal. There is nothing you have to be ashamed of. It’s woman’s nature, huh? Don’t bust your head over this, alright?”
He kisses her forehead and catches her tears with his thumbs. “Listen, I’m gonna prepare you a shower right now and then I’ll change the sheets while you’re going to take as much as time as you need to get clean, how does that sound? And then we can have a nice cuddle afterwards.”
Y/N nods her head appreciatively. A huge stone falls from her heart. He is not mad at her and he reacts so considerate and understanding, it makes her heart want to flutter out of her chest. Other boyfriends would have probably acted awkwardly because to many young men, periods are still a topic they would like to avoid, Harry however, embraces them.
“Thank you, Harry.”
“No problem, darling. Hang on.”
Harry orders her to wait for him and instinctively jumps out of the bed. He walks towards his large wardrobe in which he has not only his, but also a few of Y/N’s items stored that she can use in case she decides to stay over. Grabbing some fresh clothes, he directs himself quickly to the bathroom. Arriving there, he places Y/N clothes on top of the toilet lid, then searches for the pads and tampons that he keeps in his bathroom closet for emergencies like this, and once finding them, he pulls them out and adds them to the rest. After adjusting the right temperature in the shower, he comes back and helps Y/N to get up.
“Careful, love.” He holds her one hand while his left arm sneaks around her lower back, then leading the way to the bathroom.
“Ouch!” Y/N suddenly moans loudly, another shot of tears brimming her eyes. Fucking period cramps! She cannot remember them being so extremely painful. It really feels like somebody tries to tear off her uterus from her vagina. Everything down there feels numb.
“Are you okay?”
“It hurts…” She can only gasp, pointing at her lower part.
“Hold on baby, I’ll see if I have any painkillers and I’m sure the shower will do you well also.”
Harry helps her to strip off her dirty clothes before she settles down under the shower. He immediately leaves to let her do her own thing privately. Not that he wouldn’t mind watching her or helping her out, but he knows that at moments like this, every woman would become very uncomfortable and rather do their business on their own.
He hastes back to his bedroom to take care of his stained bedsheets. Luckily, as he discovers later on, his mattress underneath has been left untouched by the blood. He immediately replaces the sheets with new ones and after he’s done, he collects everything and throws them into the washing machine.
Entering his kitchen, he takes a bottle of milk out of the fridge and a little package of cocoa powder. “Nothing suits best than a nice cuppa of hot chocolate when your lady is in need.” He smiles to himself. Mixing the ingredients along with a bit of sugar, he puts the cup into the microwave and waits until the device indicates that it’s done and ready to be drunk.
He also prepares water in the boiler to pour it into a hot-water bottle. He knows exactly that nothing can save a woman’s life while being on her period more than a hot-water bottle.
Placing everything on a tray, he walks into his bedroom and places it on her nightstand.
Meanwhile, Y/N steps out of the shower. She feels slightly better and freshened up than before, however, the numb feeling in her lower area still remains. At least, her cramps have lessened at bit. Slipping into her underwear and pajamas, after using a pad of course, she dries her wet hair and then exits the bathroom.
“How’re you feeling?” Harry questions as he sees his girlfriend. He has some painkillers in his hand at a cup of water which he hands over to her. The worry in his eyes is still present.
“A bit better, I guess. I still feel very uncomfortable, especially after-“
“It’s okay,” Harry interrupts her. “Really. I love taking care of you and like I’ve said before, it is nothing that you have to feel ashamed of. Don’t blame yourself. I grew up with two ladies, so I know what I’m dealing with. Now drink your water.”
Y/N complies to his order.
The young man gently drags her back into his bed. “Here is your delicious hot chocolate. I’ve heard it has its wonder on people who don’t feel quite well.”
Y//N offers him a wide smile. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.”
“No problem. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Thanks, you’ve already done more than I could ever ask for.”
The rest of the remaining night, the young lovers are wrapped in each other’s arms with Harry rubbing soft circles along her belly to ease the pain until both of their eyes are too heavy to keep them open and they fall into a deep slumber. And no more accidents happen after that night.
dripping chocolate syrup up and down Harry's chest, stomach, and thighs and licking it off until he's squirming.
Anonymous asked: Can you do one where you give Harry the best blowjob he’s ever had?
hope you two don't mind that I combined these requests!! hope you enjoy xxx
Warnings: smut!!! 18+only!!!! food play, oral sex (m receiving), sub!harry
WC: (almost) 1.7k
Making sundaes was a post tour tradition for you two since Harry’s One Direction days. The day after he returned from tour, you would rush out to the supermarket and buy as many ice cream making supplies as you could fit into your cart. Then, you’d go home, eat a small dinner, and create the a massive sundae that would barely fit into your largest mixing bowl. You’d eat as much as you could in one night, then freeze the rest for later and continue eating your concoction throughout the following week. It was a chance for Harry to unwind and have fun after tour, and it was always a fun way for the two of you to reunite after being apart for so long.
Yesterday, Harry had finally returned home from Love on Tour, and today, you were going out shopping to continue your post-tour tradition. Back in the day, it was done with a pendant around your neck that he had given you on your one-year anniversary. Today, it was done with wedding bands sparkling on both of your fingers. The metal band glinted in the lights of the freezer aisle as you picked out ice cream flavors. Harry was in another aisle grabbing the necessary toppings. You got 3 different flavors of ice cream: salted caramel, chocolate, and coffee, and you picked up two tubs of each just in case. You did make pretty big sundaes.
You linked back up with Harry where the topping are, where he was picking up all of the staples: whipped cream, chocolate sauce, caramel, sprinkles, the lot. Though he picked up a container of sour gummy worms, you refused to let him buy them (“those will taste disgusting with all of the other ingredients we have!”), you still bought a ton of supplies and carted them home. The ice cream melted a little bit in the car, so you stuck them in the freezer to freeze it for a while. Harry started lining up the other ingredients to sit on the counter until it was time, and you pulled the bottle of chocolate sauce out of the bag to join them. But as your eyes lingered on the bottle, you couldn’t help but think back to the previous year you had done this.
Harry had taken the bottle of sauce, laid you on your bed, and drizzled it all over your body. He had started a trail that started at your chest, trailed down your stomach, and ended on your thighs (with a very important pit stop at your pussy, of course). It was positively sinful, and your pussy began to throb with need at the memory. But, you thought you’d like to do that to him this year, for a change.
Harry saw you gripping the chocolate bottle firmly with a smirk on your face, and he was quite confused.
“Everythin alrigh’ darling?”
“Remember what we did with this bottle last year?” you questioned.
He nodded, a smirk now stretching across his features as well, “How could I f’get? Tasted like a fuckin dream.”
“Kind of want to do it to you this year,” you remarked, your smirk growing when you see the flush coating his cheeks, “think it would taste bette than the sundae.”
“We should probably make that first…” Harry trailed off, though you could tell he was getting a little worked up.
“Yeah, we’ll make our sundae, but I’ll have my real dessert after.”
He swallowed hard and nodded in agreement as he reached for the ice cream in the freezer. It had hardened by now (along with something else), so the two of you got to work. The sexually charged energy temporarily dissipated as you scooped copious amounts of your three chosen flavors into the giant bowl you had selected. You poured all of your favorite toppings on with wild abandon, to the point where your creation threatened to spill out of the bowl. When it was said and done, your masterpiece towered ridiculously high, like a sweet and melty skyscraper! You took out two giant spoons and dug in, enjoying the blend of the sweet flavors dancing on your tongue.
“I look forward t’ comin home from tour every time just f’ this,” Harry said with a little smile.
“It’s my favorite part of you coming home, too. Love getting to do this with you,” you agreed, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
The hand that wasn’t clutching his spoon gently wiped a drop of chocolate sauce from your bottom lip as he reciprocated your kiss on the cheek with one of his own. You grasped his wrist in your hand, guiding the thumb with the sauce spread across it into your mouth. Closing your mouth around it, you sucked on the digit, making his lips part into an “o.” You released his thumb from your grip, pressing a soft kiss to the tip.
“Even after all this time, it’s still so easy to get you worked up,” you teased.
“It’s cause y’ so fuckin perfect, honey. Take one look at yeh and get weak at the knees. Only easy f’ you.”
You grinned at the praise, rewarding his with another kiss on the cheek, “I got awfully lucky with you,” you reached around him, grabbing the bottle of chocolate sauce, “I think it’s about time we put this to use, wouldn’t you agree?”
His cheeks flushed again as nodded, “Yeah, think y’ right.”
Harry picked up the bowl of ice cream and tucked it into the freezer for later. The hand that wasn’t holding the chocolate sauce grasped his hand tightly, tugging him in the direction of your bedroom. You wasted no time in stripping him down when you got in the room, quickly guiding him to lay on his back on your massive bed.
“Eager, are yeh? ”
Harry’s cheeky remark was met with a harsh smack to his thigh, effectively cutting him off. His lips parted, panting slightly as you uncapped the bottle.
“Quiet. The only thing I want to hear from you right now is the sound of your pretty moans.”
He nodded obediently, and watched you with eager eyes as you tilted the bottle toward his supple skin. He shivered as the cold liquid landed on his chest. The trail you created swirled around his nipples, dripped down his stomach, and dotted his thighs. He was already starting to squirm a little from both the cold liquid and the anticipation. Slowly, you lowered your face until you were staring directly at his chest. Your tongue traced around his nipples, licking all of the sauce that you had drizzled on him.
“P-please baby,” Harry gasped.
You knew what he was asking for. Your lips closed around one of his pert nipples, sucking off any sauce that had gotten on it. He whined a call of your name as he twitched beneath you, finding it hard to stay still when your mouth was on him.
“Hard to stay still?” you whispered against his skin as you moved to the other nipple.
Goosebumps broke out against his skin from your words as you played with his chest. But soon, you wanted another taste of the sweet sauce. Harry squirmed as your tongue traced a path down his stomach, licking up every last drop of sauce you could find.
“Baby,” he moaned as your tongue dipped lower, almost reaching his v-line.
You giggled a bit at how he writhed beneath you. You loved it when he dominated you, but this, seeing his as putty beneath your hands, was even better.
“Too much?”
“Not enough,” he gasped, “need y’ pretty mouth on m’ cock.”
“It’s a shame you’re not in charge then, isn’t it?” you teased, skipping over his cock to suck on his meaty thighs.
He moaned and thrashed his legs under you as you cleaned his thighs of the remaining sauce. You sunk your teeth into the supple flesh, sucking just hard enough to leave bruises all over the area.
“Sweetheart, please,” he begged, “need t’ feel y’ mouth around me so bad.”
No matter how much you loved to tease him, you couldn’t deny how much you wanted him in your mouth. You locked eyes with him and spit thickly on his length, using your hands to spread the liquid on his.
“Fuck me,” he groaned as you took just the tip into your mouth, “how is every fuckin blowjob yeh give me the best one ‘ve ever had?”
You popped him out of your mouth for a second, “Guess that means I’m just getting better and better.”
You licked the precum dripping from his slit before tucking him back into your mouth.
“Tha’s it,” he praised as you took him further down your throat, “so fuckin perfect.”
You knew how much Harry loved a sloppy blowjob, so you didn’t try to wipe away the drool that was falling from your chin. You took him out of your mouth and rubbed your pillowy lips on the side of his length. He whined as you gently played with him, pressing kisses up and down his cock.
“Please don’t tease me, baby. Put me back into y’ mouth,” he pleaded.
You reached up and played with his balls, smirking against his cock when you took him back into your mouth and his hips bucked needily at the dual sensations.
You took him as far down your throat as you possibly could, and his thighs trembled as his cum coated your mouth. You swallowed every drop and gently withdrew him from your mouth. Harry looked down at you with wide eyes and a shy grin.
“‘M all sticky now,” he said.
You looked at the expanse of his body and saw the residue of the chocolate still clinging to his body.
“Guess we’ll have to clean up in the shower. But you need to make me cum first,” you commanded.
He flipped you over then, settling his head between your thighs, “I’d be more than happy to oblige.”
Can you do a teacher!!!Harry x student reader please. I think it’ll be hot
a/n: gonna try making this one a blurb. also no explicit smut but harry has a naughty mouth. as always enjoy!
going into college was a new experience. your first year was mostly spent in the library avoiding parties and distractions. you were by no means quiet, having spent high school at every party after friday night football games. you decided this was your time to settle down a bit and take the first year to decide on what you really wanted to do.
while you had decided computer engineering was your destined career path, you had picked a music appreciation class on whim to try something new. it wasn’t bad most of the time listening to older composers and analyzing the style differences, or brief essays on the deeper meanings of songs.
however the best part of class was professor styles. an absolutely gorgeous man with the softest looking hair you’d love to run your hands through and a voice you could listen to for days.
the first week of school he kept it simple, the usual ‘get to know the teacher’ slideshow and syllabus days. he showed pictures of his family and of trips he’s taken with his friends. one that stuck out to you and most of your peers was the one of him at the beach. tattoos littered his toned, tan chest and arms, if you looked a little lower you could almost make out his not so little friend. and if you were being honest this was the go to image going through your head as you had your nightly de-stressing session.
as always you walked into class with your bag on your shoulder and water bottle in hand, the smell of his lemon scented candle flooding your senses. you took a seat close to the front to be able to get a decent view of the board, setting your stuff on the floor when you see a pair of brown boots enter your line of sight.
it was no other than professor styles himself holding a stack of papers in his hand, “miss y/l/n” he with that accent you loved so much. you look up to see him with a friendly smile on his face which you return, taking a glance up at his eyes. you’ve never had a chance to see how pretty his pale green eyes were.
he clears his throat, catching your obvious ogling but choosing not to say anything, “um well i wanted to ask if you would stay after class, your recent paper on..”
you had completely zoned out and you truly did feel bad but you were having a hard time concentrating when his rose colored lips were moving so nicely in front of you, so close yet so far. you wondered how nice they would feel wrapped around-
“y/n” his voice snapped you out of your reverie.
“hm im sorry professor, could you say it again”
“would ya mind stayin after class a little to discuss your paper”, he said a coy smirk appearing on his face.
“oh of course”
he nods before turning around to make his way back to the front of the class. when had so many people shown up?
the hour and a half passed by easily. jotting down whatever notes you could when you weren’t picturing your professor on top of you, sweat making a stray curl stick to his forehead.
“well thats it for today”, he said as he went to pull out the chair at his desk. “have a good weekend and make sure to start plannin for your essays when we get back. y/l/n come see me please”
you swear your hearts about to burst out of your chest at the thought of spending just a little time alone with him. you walk down the stairs as you watch him get comfortable. legs spread behind the desk, just so inviting for you to sit in.
“you wanted to talk about my essay professor styles?” you ask as you play with the little keychain on your bag
“i did, it’was actually quite good. but somethin always has you distracted durin class and i think i jus found out what it is,” he said face serious almost angry looking
shit. you thought, he was onto you and you were gonna get expelled for inappropriate behavior towards you teacher.
or so you thought until he kept speaking.
the same smirk from earlier reappearing on his face. “you have a thing for me? isn’t that right. you walk into class and spend the time day dreaming about me making you suck my cock under the desk.”
you stood there not moving a muscle. your brain must be short circuiting because he did not just say that.
“or maybe ya want me to bend you over it. maybe throw all my papers on the floor and have ya spread out for me makin a mess all on for me. you’d like that wouldn’t you petal”
you let out a whine at his words. thighs clenching at the thought of all your fantasies coming true. you swore you could feel your arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs.
he got up from desk, taking his time to make the few steps over to where you were standing. looking down at your lips then back up into your eyes he continued.
“now be good for me and let me make these come true hm petal?”
harry x youtuber/influencer y/n ? pls idk but i am obsessed with like famous y/n😂love your work❤️
Hi!!! I ended up going with YouTuber y/n (specifically a beauty guru) because it's an area I'm slightly more familiar with!!! I don't wear makeup, though, so I'm not totally sure how well it turned out, but I had fun writing it either way!!! I hope you enjoy it!!!!
Warnings: none!! just fluff!!!
WC: 1.3k
Ever since your 7 million subscribers had discovered that Harry Styles was your boyfriend, they had been begging you to have him appear in a video. It wasn’t that easy, though; he was constantly busy, between tours, recording, promo, and filming movies, it was difficult for you to snag a moment where you could sit him down and slather makeup on his face. But your first makeup line had just come out, and, of course, you had to make a video to show it off. Harry took a little bit of time off to come to your release party the night before, and he agreed to appear in the video you were filming the following day before jetting off to tour rehearsals.
“I’m sure it’ll be fun, lovie. Jus don’ ruin this pretty face.”
You rolled your eyes, “Won’t be that tough to ruin.”
“Hey! What’s tha’ supposed t’ mean?” he exclaimed with a pout on his face.
You giggled as you prepped your filming space, making sure that the lighting was perfect, the cameras were in the right places, and the makeup was placed on the table in front of you.
He grabbed your wrist, making you stop in your tracks.
“What?”
“Nothin,” he said with a smile, “‘m just really proud of yeh. Got y’ own makeup line and everything. You’re amazin. ‘M sorry ‘m not around more to celebrate your achievements, but I am incredibly proud of yeh. Always.”
You felt your cheeks grow warm, “Thank you, Harry. You’re such a sweetheart.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his cheeks before walking over to the camera, “Ready, babe?”
He grinned, “Yeah. Can I make a dramatic entrance?”
You rolled your eyes again, “If you’d like.”
Harry settled himself under the table, giving you a thumbs up when he was ready. You turned on the camera and walked over to him, sitting in one of the empty chairs. When you saw the red light on your camera flicker on, it was go time.
“Hello, my lovelies! It’s time for another makeup tutorial, and today is gonna be a special one!”
You brandished your eyeshadow palette and gestured to the other products lying on the table, “I’m going to be using products from my first ever makeup line, Ice Queen!”
The palette in your hands was filled with cool blues, greens, and purples, as well as neutral colors and a bit of sparkle. The packaging was blue and silver on the foundation to the concealer to the lipsticks and everything in between!
“I’m so excited to finally release this! I’ve always wanted my own makeup brand, and now I have one, with products that are cruelty free, vegan, and just plain awesome! But for such a momentous occasion, I’m not going to be doing makeup on myself. Instead, I’ve brought in a special guest! Would you like to introduce yourself?”
It was then that Harry made his presence known. He popped up from behind the table with a cheesy grin and waved at the camera.
As he settled into his seat, he said, “Hi! ‘M Harry Styles, singer, actor, entrepreneur, and makeup model.”
You sighed, “And drama queen.”
“‘M a musician, darling. We always have a flair for the dramatics. Don’t you beauty Youtubers also have a lot of drama?” he quipped.
“We do, but I’ve always tried to stay out of it. They don’t call me ‘The Unproblematic Queen’ for nothing,” you replied.
“Tha’s true. Y’ literally the nicest person ‘ve ever met. Lucky I snatched yeh up, t’ be honest.”
Your cheeks grew warm at that, “You’re too sweet, babe.”
It was his turn to kiss you on the cheek, “So are yeh, m’ love.”
“Anyway, we should probably start with the meat of the video,” you said.
Harry clasped his hands together, “Yeah, baby, make me look pretty!”
“You don’t need much help with that,” you flirted.
He blushed a little, but still managed a reply, “And you say I’m the flirty one.”
“I have my moments,” you quipped, “anyway, first we’ve got to put on foundation. Since Harry’s whiter than a ghost-”
“Hey!”
“-we’ll be using one of the lightest shades, but there are 60 total to choose from! We’re all about inclusivity here, and everyone should have a foundation that matches their skin tone!” you explained as you opened the liquid foundation.
“It’s cold,” Harry whined as you began applying the foundation with a beauty sponge.
“Stop squirming,” you scolded, “this is why I only put makeup on myself.”
He pouted, “But I like when you put makeup on me.”
You couldn’t help but smile, “I like it, too, but only when you stay still.”
Harry willed himself to keep still throughout the use of the foundation, concealer, and blush painted across his features. You two threw in plenty of jokes and teasing that you knew your viewers would enjoy when the video came out. Sharing in this moment with Harry really was special to you; you loved bringing him into your world just as much as he loved bringing you into his when you went on tour with him.
“Okay, now for eyeshadow! I’m really excited to make looks with this palette because blue is by far my favorite color. Let’s see what we can do.”
You dusted silver in the corner of the lid, followed by blue more toward the center and black at the edges. You finished the eyes by sweeping black eyeliner at the bottom of the lid, highlight at the corner to accent the silver, and black mascara on Harry’s already annoying long lashes. You also added highlight to his nose and his cheeks, making him sparkle.
“So now all we need is a lip color. I feel like using this beautiful metallic blue.”
“Blue lips? Tha’ sounds kind of weird,” Harry questioned.
You shook your head as you uncapped the lip gloss, “Not weird at all! People wear ‘weird’ lipstick colors a lot now. I think you’ll look great.”
“Okay. I trust y’ judgement, Beauty Guru.”
You smiled as you applied the gloss to his pretty lips. Soon, they were coated in blue, and your work was done.
“And I think this look is complete! You wanna take a look, Har?”
He nodded, “Yeah! Wanna see if I look like an ice queen!”
You giggled as you pulled out the mirror, allowing him to take a look.
“Oh, this is really cool! I actually really like the blue lip! Y’ so talented, baby!”
You giggled again at the compliment, “Thank you, baby! I’m glad you like it! So, I think that’s it for today! Thanks to Harry for being a wonderful model, and thanks to all of you for making it possible for me to finally have my own makeup brand! Ice Queen will be out in beauty stores across the world, so make sure to keep an eye out for it! I’ll catch you all in the next one!”
You and Harry both waved goodbye to the camera before you got up and stopped recording.
“Now for the fun part: editing.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Don’ yeh get someone else t’ do it?”
“Usually,” you said, “but he’s got the flu, and I’m not about to put that on him. So, I’m going to do this one myself.”
“Can I help?” he asked.
You agreed, and the two of you sat down to edit. It was honestly really fun having Harry around to help, and he gave some good suggestions! You didn’t quite finish it that day, but you definitely made some good headway. Unfortunately, Harry had to leave for rehearsals.
He gave you a tight hug, “Today was so fun! Thank yeh f’ lettin me be a part of y’ video.”
You smiled, squeezing him back equally as tightly, “Thank you for being a part of it. I love you, Harry.”
“I love yeh too, baby. I’ll see you again soon.”
Harry pressed a quick, yet sweet, kiss to your lips before heading out the door. A few days later, the video was ready to post. It quickly became your most viewed video yet. Not only was the makeup look stunning, but your viewers loved the chemistry between you and Harry. You definitely needed to have him in another video.
can you write a lil extra to gotta get better? maybe harry helping you with your bandages after surgery?
of course since you asked so nicely!! it’s more like one and a half haha. y’all seemed to love the original so much hope you like this just as well, love. :)
read gotta get better here before this! otherwise these might seem confusing.
"You're sure you don't want to do this yourself?" His hand rests on your shoulder, his way of grounding you when you're nervous, "M'a little scared I'll hurt ya."
"You won't, I trust you." One hand reaches out to cup his jaw, and you can feel the tension there. You push your fingers into his skin, adding the slightest bit of pressure, just enough to pull his gaze back up to you. When the furrow in his brow doesn't relax, you bend down to press a kiss to his lips.
He's got you perched on the bathroom counter, your t-shirt pushed up enough to give him access to the bandage that rests there just below your chest. The small white covering had been such a discomfort for you throughout the night, you were itching to get rid of it. Literally. You had an itch there that you simply could not seem to satisfy with that bit of skin covered.
He runs his finger along the bottom of it, deciding to start with the left corner, "If it hurts, let me know and we'll take a break."
You shake your head no, "Just do it, Harry. It's not that big and I just took something for pain so it shouldn't be that bad."
His hand extends to push your hair back, tucking part of it behind your ear so he can watch your face, "Alright."
He uses the nail of his thumb to roll the tape upwards away from your body until he has one corner free. He tugs lightly, wincing when it pulls roughly against your skin, "Does that hurt?"
You inhale, trying to steady yourself before you answer, "Not that bad, keep going."
"Liar." He grins up at you, the playful nature of his expression filling his eyes too.
"How do you know?" Your head snaps up from where you'd been watching his fingers work.
"Your eye twitches when you lie. The right one. It's so subtle y'probably don't even feel it, but I see it."
You open your mouth to protest, to disagree with him, but you quickly close it. Truth is, you had felt it before on occasion, but little did he know it wasn't an indication of your dishonesty. No, it was simply the fact that despite how long the two of you had been together, no matter how many times he had been this close to you, you would never get used to it. The smell of him, the beauty of his freckles on display, his green eyes shining; the combination of all of him being in such close proximity to you was too intoxicating, a high you would never stop chasing.
He continues working, dipping his head down to concentrate on peeling it off at an even enough pace that he doesn't hurt you.
When it's finally gone, you can't take your eyes off of what you know will be a scar one day. Harry takes a washcloth, wet with warm water and wipes gently around where the tape clung to your skin.
"S'it hurt?'
You still don't look at him, but you shake your head no.
"What's going on in that head of yours, lovie?"
Your eyes finally flick up to his, "Looks bad, doesn't it?"
"No, baby, makes you look brave."
//
It's two whole weeks before you can take a real, tub full of bubbles bath. It's almost torture for you to wait so long. So when you finally get to sink your whole body into the almost too hot water, the feeling is absolutely heavenly.
Harry stands in the doorway of the bathroom, watching you for a moment, a smile on his face. So many nights he had found you here, sick from whatever food your body was rejecting, begging for some sort of relief he was unable to give you.
He crosses the bathroom to kneel next to the tub, swirling his hand through the water and up your arm. He brushes a hand over the still fading bruise from where your IV had been two weeks before.
"Join me?" You lift a hand from the water to run through his hair. He wrinkles his nose as the water droplets run down his face and land on his shirt.
He knows how much you've looked forward to this, knows that a bath was a way of comfort and escape for you as much as getting clean. He stills your hand running through his hair, brings it to his mouth to kiss the inside of your wrist.
He leans forward to kiss your forehead, giggling against your skin when you grip the front of his shirt as an attempt to pull him closer.
"Enjoy it, m'love, I'll have dinner ready when you get out."
Here’s my blurb night idea. Stormy night, thunder booming, lightning flashing, the power shutting off and on so it’s chilly - let’s say you’re in London - and storms scare you. So loud thunder booms right next to the window and jolts you awake. You snuggle closer to Harry. He’s already been woken up by the storm mv he was facing the window. He pulls you into his arms and tries to calm you down and then is very cheeky about giving you something to take your mind off of the weather…passionate sex ensues…
the way I knew this wasn't gonna be under 500 words 🤣 I really liked this one, hope you do, too
Though rain was common in their London home, storms this severe still caught Y/n off guard. The power flickered on and off throughout the night, and there was a chill in the air of the flat that Harry shared with his girlfriend. Though she was scared of storms, she was still fast asleep. Harry, however, had just woken up from a fairly loud clap of thunder. He wasn’t scared of storms like her, but he was a bit of a lighter sleeper, so the rumbles of thunder woke him up more easily. The blanket wrapped around them was helping with the cold of their powerless flat, but the parts of his body not under the covers, like his face, were chilly. Another loud clap of thunder signaled that he most likely wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon, so he turned to face the window and watch the sheets of rain pour down while lightning streaked across the sky.
After a few seconds, an even louder bout of thunder sounded throughout the area, seemingly shaking the apartment at its foundation. Harry heard a soft gasp of surprise and fear from behind him, and the pair of arms already snaked around his torso tightened. Y/n pulled herself so her chest was pressed directly against his back, and Harry could tell that she was shaking. He turned around in her arms and held her tightly against his chest, rubbing soothing circles into her back.
“S’ okay, m’ princess. It can’t hurt us in here. ‘Ve got yeh,” he whispered comfortingly.
She nodded as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, but a terrified squeak tore itself from her throat as another thunder clap boomed in the sky.
“I know it can’t touch me, but I’m still scared,” she whispered back.
Harry nodded, “It is quite loud. I understand,” he smirked against her hair then, “but I bet I can find a way to distract you.”
Y/n was too scared to notice the innuendo at first, “I don’t know...it’s really loud.”
“I think we can get louder than that,” Harry joked.
Yn looked up at him, now understanding, “You’re trying to distract me w-with sex?”
She stuttered toward the end as Harry’s pillowy lips busied themselves with the sensitive spot on her neck. She could already start to feel warmth between her thighs.
“Think it’s workin s’ far,” he replied as his hands moved to take off her sleep shorts.
She removed his briefs as he removed her panties, leaving Harry completely nude and Y/n in one of his t-shirts. Harry rolled on top of her and kissed her passionately, gently prodding her mouth open and pushing his tongue inside. Y/n whimpered into the kiss, threading her fingers into his hair as her tongue danced with his. She didn’t even notice his fingers’ downward descent until they were toying with her clit.
“H-Harry,” she gasped against his lips as his index and middle fingers entered her heat, giving her a precursor for what was to come.
He smirked against her lips, “Feel good, princess?”
She nodded vigorously as his fingers moved inside of her, “Y-yeah. Always does.”
Thunder was still rumbling through the air, but the pair of lovers didn’t even notice it anymore when Harry sunk into her heat. The thrusts he made into her bod were slow, yet passionate, and Y/n was falling apart at the seams. His cock nudged all of the right spots, fucking her better than any previous lover ever did.
“Yeh fuckin love m’ cock, don’ yeh, princess? Always beggin t’ have it inside of yeh,” Harry growled as he began to speed up his movements.
Y/n nodded, unable to find her voice at the quickening of his hips.
A soft smack to her thigh made her squeak, “Words. Wanna hear yeh say it.”
“L-love your c-cock, Harry. Makes me f-feel so g-good,” she stammered out in reply.
His fingers moved down to rub at her clit again, “Show me how much yeh love it then, yeah? Cum f’ me.”
Y/n cried out his name desperately as she reached her high, and the tightening of her pussy around him made Harry’s orgasm slam into him. By the time that Harry cleaned the pair of them up, the storm had slowed into a light rain. Harry smiled softly as Y/n drifted off in his arms. Maybe it should storm more often if it ended like this.
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the heart of life, in which there’s beauty in sadness and warmth in love
who will bell the cat?, in which harry has a stupid idea (18+)
A/N: Wow I’ve had this idea in my drafts since we got the watermelon sugar music video and I completely forgot about it and never got round to actually writing it. Anyway, after a dry spell of Harry content, it’s here, and it’s smutty!
WC: 4,433
He shuffles closer—impossibly—and lets her lift the fruity treat up to his mouth. Harry doesn’t take his eyes off her when he parts his lips and takes the strawberry into his mouth. Y/N’s eyes are hooded as she watches, the stem still between her fingers as he takes a bite.
A soft squelch can be heard as the juice trickles down the corner of his lip. Y/N’s hand is frozen in place by his face, thighs involuntarily clenching at the sight. Harry does nothing to disguise the smirk that rises to smear across his mouth, and his ungodly tongue outlines his lower lip until he catches the bead of strawberry juice.
They both know what he’s doing, but Y/N isn’t about to call him out on it. She thinks she knows precisely what his plans and intentions are behind this seemingly innocent and idyllic picnic.
He’s a sick man, and she can’t get enough.
or
Harry takes Y/N on a seemingly innocent and romantic picnic.
waking harry up by sucking his cock then lifting his legs and licking his hole
I really enjoyed this prompt!! this one also turned out to be a little bit on the shorter end, but I think it's really good, so I hope you agree :)
warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!! oral sex (m receiving), rimming, morning sex, implied oral sex (f receiving)
wc: 774
To say you were bored was a vast understatement.
You had been waiting for Harry to wake up for nearly an hour and a half now, and you had exhausted all of your options when it came to waiting for him. You took a shower, threw some laundry in the washing machine, sent an email to your boss, and took your dog for a short walk. And when you came back, he was still asleep.
You sat beside him on the bed, gently caressing his soft cheek, when an idea came to you. Slowly, as not to wake him, you turned him so he was lying on his back. You pulled the covers down enough to gain access to the area you needed. Again, you slowly tugged down his boxers, not wanting him to wake up just yet. You heard a soft noise from above you and froze, afraid he had awoken. But when you looked up, his eyes were still closed; the only difference was that his lips were slightly parted. Another quiet sound escaped his lips as he slumbered on, making you giggle softly. He was just too cute. But you were going to ruin him.
You finished tugging Harry’s boxers down his thick thighs, revealing his perfect cock, Harry subconsciously spread his legs a little wider, allowing you to lean down between them and press a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock. His legs twitched slightly, but there was otherwise no sign of him waking, which you took as your go-ahead. You alternated between lightly kissing up and down his length and landed kitten licks over the skin, trying (and succeeding) in getting him hard. Only then did you take his thick length into your mouth.
Harry gasped, awakening as he felt his cock being encased in a warm, wet heat. A low, raspy moan echoed through the otherwise quiet room at the feeling of you sucking him off.
You pulled off briefly to murmur, “Good morning, baby,” before sinking back down onto his cock.
His soft whimpers now combined with the wet sounds of you sucking him, filling the room with a cacophony of sensual sounds. Though you rather enjoyed the ache of your jaw as you bobbed on his length, soon, you had another idea. You pulled off of him, and Harry vocalized his displeasure.
“Why’d yeh stop, lovie?”
“Have a better idea,” you replied, spreading his legs further to reveal his pink hole.
Harry’s face turned red as he realized what you wanted. He held his legs open as best he could while you spread his cheeks apart to get better access. You leaned in and ran the flat of you tongue against his hole, getting it nice and wet. Harry whimpered quietly as you traced the rim with your tongue before sinking it inside of him, not really in the mood to tease. All you really wanted at the moment was the musky taste of him on your tongue.
“Sh-shit, baby,” he gasped as you tongue-fucked him, “f-feels s’ good.”
You smirked against him, licking into his with more fervor at his praise. When Harry’s moans grew more pronounced, you looked up at him and nearly moaned just at the sight of him. One of his large hands grasped at his cock, stroking it in time with the motions of your tongue. The other was tugging and pinching at his nipple, only adding to the immense pleasure that you were bringing him.
“S’ close, lovie,” he moaned, his voice low and syrupy from the remaining tiredness still tugging at him.
You pulled off briefly to command, “Then cum for me, H.”
When you leaned back in and shoved your tongue back into his hole, he came almost immediately, almost taking him by surprise. He whimpered softly as he stroked himself through his high.
When he came down, you crawled back up his body to place a gentle kiss on his pink lips. Harry smiled sweetly into the kiss, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“Not tha’ I’m complainin, but what brought tha’ on?” Harry asked as you pulled away.
“Was tired of waiting for you to wake up, so I took matters into my own hands,” you responded, placing a quick kiss to his forehead before situating yourself on top of his face, “and quite honestly, I’d appreciate it if you’d return the favor.”
“Never turnin down a chance t’ eat y’ perfect pussy,” Harry groaned, grabbing your thighs and pulling your core against his lips.
Needless to say, it was a while before the two of you left your bed that morning.
Harry and Y/N have always been very adventurous when it came to their sexual escapades, especially when it was in public. It started about three years ago, around the time they first started dating in college, when they were hand in hand at a Victoria’s Secret and Y/N was in the mood so they covertly did it in the dressing room. The thrill enticed them and it pushed their audacious sides even more considering the fact that employees are explicitly told to maintain a hawkeye for horny couples. That initial experience gave them a whole new insight on their sex life and now they don’t hold back on holding on to their hormones when they’re in public; they’d do it anywhere.
Reminiscing on the amazing memory, Harry finds his pants feeling tighter in his crotch area while watching Y/N flip through the lacy lingerie sets on hangers at the only VS store in her small hometown. She’s humming quietly to herself along with the melody of the music playing in the background when Harry sneaks up behind her, snakes his hands around her waist and presses his warm lips to the back of her neck.
“Bored already?” she teases and laughs to herself. The two of them were back in Y/N’s hometown for the weekend to celebrate her mother’s birthday and when Y/N wanted to do a little shopping, Harry was dragged along seeing he didn’t wanna be alone with her two little bratty brothers, and family cat that hates him, back at her parents’ house.
“Mhmm,” Harry hums and releases her from his hold so that she could continue to maneuver around the racks. Harry was horny, but even they didn’t have enough time for foreplay and a quickie. He’d be satisfied enough with finger fucking Y/N to orgasm.
“Okay, I’m gonna try these on real quick and then we can leave,” Y/N says and walks her way to the back of the dim lighted store where the dressing rooms were located.
Harry even surprises himself when he manages to sneakily make his way past the petite, cake-faced lady guarding the entrance since she was distracted with another customer’s requests to bring her back a different size bra. Her stance reminded Harry of the three headed monstrous dog, Cerberus, guarding the gates of Hades, as she kept a lookout for any husbands or boyfriends trying to follow their partners into changing stalls. Harry showcases a prideful smirk as he compares himself to Hercules making his way past Cerberus when he closes the curtain, entrapping them both in the small space.
“Harry!” Y/N whines but doesn’t hold back the smile that stretches across her face. “Okay, fine.” She gives in and Harry lightly holds her against the wall, pinning her there with his hips against hers.
They make out pretty feverishly for a couple of minutes before Harry snakes his hand down to the hem of her dress and trailing a path up her thigh causing her dress to hitch up.
“I’ll be quick. I know how annoyed your mum can get when people are even just 5 minutes late,” Harry promises and grazes a finger so teasingly over Y/N’s panty where her clit should be. Her breath quickens and she grasps on to Harry’s bicep as he pushes aside her underwear to caress the flesh there.
“Damn, you’re soaking,” Harry whispers against her neck and Y/N nods. “Stay quiet, baby.” He slowly pushes in a finger and when Y/N yelps quietly in pleasure, his hand shoots up to cover her mouth. He adds in one more finger and pumps them in and out slowly before picking up the pace. Y/N bites down on his hand to muffle her moans and Harry grabs one of her legs to hold up so that she can spread her thighs farther apart. His thumb adds to the equation as it rubs in figure eights over her swollen clit and Y/N’s head is rolled back.
“Come for me,” Harry quietly demands and soon Y/N is complying. He moves his fingers faster and harder, curling them inside of her to hit that sweet spot, and it all causes Y/N to release over his fingers. He was in so deep that her wetness trailed down from his fingertips to his knuckles and the sight of her orgasm on his hand could be enough for him to come himself. He continues to finger out her orgasm and with a few curses and cries of his name, Y/N is left a breathless and shaking mess in Harry’s arms.
They don’t even get a few seconds of peace for her to calm down when the curtain is abruptly pulled back. Panic strikes through the both of them and Harry thanks the heavens that they weren’t having actual sex and that they’re both still fully clothed. Y/N’s body goes rigid and Harry hastily retracts his hand from under her dress. A sheepish and awkward grin overtakes his face as he slowly inches himself away from Y/N.
The lady that interrupted them was a worker but not the same one Harry sneaked past to get in here. She was taller and less scarier with her naturally glowing face and bright eyes. Harry also notices that her uniform is different from the other workers and her name tag reads “Store Manager.” She holds a shocked expression before composing herself and coughing to clear her throat.
“I’m sorry. Ma'am. Sir. You’re supposed to place a number on the hook outside to indicate the stall’s vacancy. You’re also being inappropriate. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” she curtly says and holds the curtain up for us to exit. Y/N smoothes out her dress but keeps her stare on the woman who is obviously trying to avoid her gaze. Harry can only guess that they probably know each other from somewhere.
“Jordan-”
“Ma'am, don’t make me call security,” she rudely snaps and stares right back at her. Harry is caught in the middle of their death stare match and he awkwardly pulls Y/N’s arm to follow him out of the rooms. He’s leading her out and when he glances back at Y/N, she has a scowl on her face and her eyes are narrowed.
Once they make it completely out of the store, Harry can’t help but ask Y/N what the fuck just happened. Because whenever they got caught, they’d both be running away in a fit of giggles like immature little teenagers. But this time, Y/N has her arms crossed against her chest as she slumpingly follows close behind Harry.
“Did you know her?” he asks and turns to face Y/N. She looks up in a panic for a few seconds before nodding her head slowly.
“That’s Jordan,” she says quietly.
Confusion courses through Harry as he tries to figure out how he would know her.
“Jordan…?” He raises an eyebrow to urge her to explain further.
“Jordan… my ex.” Harry’s eyes widen in shock as he also starts to feel a little bit betrayed.
“Your ex?! You never told me she was a girl! You said Jordan was a guy!”
“No, I never said that! I said Jordan was my ex,” she explains but then realizes that she can’t really argue considering she’s been keeping such a huge secret from him. It’s not like she did it on purpose, she just never really knew how to break the news.
“Y/N, we’ve been together for years and it never came up for you to tell me that you’re bi?!” Harry asks with a sort of hurt and annoyed tone.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t- It just never came up.” She realizes that that’s not a good excuse but tries anyway. But the way her face falls in a frown and in a predicament causes Harry to lighten his anger just a little bit. He realizes that it’s not an easy thing to talk about so he doesn’t wanna make her feel pressured.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He pulls her to him and she wraps her arms around his body and lays her head against his chest. “Just, don’t worry about it.”
She nods and he takes her small hand in his and they both mutually decide to pretend that the last 10 minutes didn’t just happen as they continue on their errands run for the day.
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Y/N never thought that the idea of running into an ex would be an awkward and uncomfortable experience, granted that she didn’t have any bad blood with any of her exes so she didn’t see it as a problem. But running into the same one twice, especially since some untold truths were revealed, caused Y/N to feel a little bit frigid.
She was waiting at a table as Harry waited in line for their coffees when she spotted Jordan sitting idly at her own table with her nose deep into that worn out copy of Dante’s Inferno she’s always reading. See, the thing was, Jordan also didn’t know that Y/N was bi. So walking in on her under Harry’s hold led her to think that she really doesn’t know Y/N after all.
Jordan glances up because she feels a stare on her and locks eyes with Y/N. She tenses for a moment before gathering her things together and getting up to walk out. However, Y/N’s table was situated right near the front door so Jordan was forced to walk by in which Y/N grabs her arm to pull her back.
“Jordan, can we talk?” Y/N pleads.
“No.” She slaps Y/N’s arm away and continues to walk by.
“Jordan!” Y/N jerks up from her seat and raises her voice just enough for the people within a ten-foot radius to cock their heads in their direction.
Jordan rolls her eyes in an irritated manner and turns to face Y/N. Harry pops out of nowhere with two mugs of hot coffee in both hands.
“Uhh… is everything alright, babe?” Harry asks causing Jordan to scoff and shake her head, laughing in amusement in front of her. Y/N looks up at Harry and nods her head.
“Ehh… uhh… Jordan, this is Harry… my boyfriend,” Y/N shyly introduces the two, who have already found themselves standing intimidatingly in front of each other. With Jordan’s weight shifted on one leg and a hand on her hip while Harry slightly straightens his posture and pulls Y/N closer to him by the waist, not really sure himself if it was a jealously driven gesture.
“Figured.” She eyes Harry top to bottom then lets out a breathless laugh. An old woman bumps Harry from behind then yells at the three of them to get out of the way. Harry and Y/N both sit down and Y/N pats the third empty chair in which Jordan plops down with her arms still crossed over her chest.
“Jordan, I’m really sorr-”
“Don’t worry about it babe, I’m over it,” she says with a much lighter tone than the one she’s been using before. She leans on her elbows on the table in front of her, facing Y/N and obviously trying to showcase her cleavage. Harry’s blood starts to boil at the small act that he ends up scooting his chair closer to his girlfriend and resting his arm around her torso. Y/N doesn’t think much of it because she’s distracted at the sudden mood shift from Jordan.
“Also, about yesterday. We’re really sorry about what happened. I know it was inappropriate of us to-”
“Hah. Why are you apologizing? You of all people should know that I don’t care about that shit. Considering we’ve done much more than boring old finger banging,” she boasts and smirks in Harry’s direction. Y/N’s cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
Y/N and Jordan have only been together for a few months in high school, but despite their short lived romance, they’ve shared a whole bunch of firsts; first date, first kiss, first girlfriend, first fuck etc. But that was it. Y/N doesn’t have any feelings for her anymore but she hates having enemies so she tries to reconcile every chance she gets.
Jordan is also one to get jealous really fast. And she’s not one to lose a fight.
Harry could relate as well.
Of course, Y/N knew that about the two of them so now she’s starting to regret ever keeping them both in the same room.
“Uhm… that’s a little inappropriate,” Harry comments and sips from his mug. Y/N places her hand on his shoulder in a calming manner in hopes of defusing the tension.
“Oh? Like how lazily fingering a beautiful woman, who deserves more might I add, in public is inappropriate? If you’re gonna please a female, at least… try.”
Harry, of course, has taken great offense to her snide and patronizing comment and is ready to fight. He even pulls Y/N closer to him as if to taunt Jordan.
“Oh please, I had her shaking and moaning my name in under five minutes,” Harry gloats.
“Ha! Five? And that’s what you consider an accomplishment?”
“Guys-” Y/N tries to interject.
“Yeah, cus I actually like to prolong Y/N’s orgasm rather than selfishly using her for my own pleasure,” Harry indirectly accuses. At this point, both of their bodies are tense and Y/N could figuratively die in embarrassment at any second.
Jordan squints her eyes at Harry. “Yeah, just because you’re a big man with a big dick, you think that’s enough for a woman. I bet you haven’t even seen her squirt.”
Harry starts to feel a little bit of insecurity with his own bed skills. He’s never had Y/N climaxing that intensely and knowing that Jordan probably has made her feel that way causes his shoulders to tense and body to stiffen. Y/N lets out a small sigh of annoyance as she watches the bantering exchange between the two idiots in front of her.
She sighs even further knowing that Jordan hasn’t seen her squirt either. But she’d say and do absolutely anything to win a verbal argument.
“Look, lady, I could care less about what you think. Because at the end of the day, she’s in my bed.” The two continue to stare at each other in intimidation.
“Enough!” Y/N finally yells. “Jordan, I can see you haven’t changed. Harry, we need to go,” she huffs out and stands to gather her things. Jordan sits back in defeat as Harry walks out with a prideful smirk plastered across his face.
“Harry, that wasn’t funny,” Y/N says once they’re both out on the busy streets. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and leads her to where their car is parked on the side of the street.
“It was a little,” he chuckles and Y/N nudges him in the rib with her elbow.
He unlocks and opens the car door for her and she situates herself inside while Harry runs to the other side and into the driver’s seat.
“You know, if I’m honest with you,” Harry starts to say as he buckles in his seatbelt. “It’s actually kind of hot that you used to hookup with girls.”
“Ugh, shut it with your typical college boy opinions,” she rolls her eyes.
“Just sayin’, babe, maybe we should invite her over for dinner some day.”
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Being Harry Styles’ sister was tough as it was, being away from him while he did his career, but it was harder when he never seemed to pay attention to you.
It seemed like Harry was always bothered by y/n, always wanting to hang out with Gemma. Always wanting her to go out to the movies with his friends, or always inviting her to help him with his new album. It was even simply who he chose to sit next to in the car, or who’s side to take in an arguement.
It was always Harry and Gemma, never Harry and Y/n, and it put y/n in a place she never though she would be in before.
It was like a dark cloud, following her wherever she was. With no friends to talk to, no attention to destract herself, y/n was stuck in a world with her and her thoughts. She was 16, expected to be out with friends and having a life of her own, but she was always someone to stand behind the crowd, distance herself because it was rare for her to find someone to chose her before anybody else. She didn’t want to risk being hurt, but that’s all she’s ever felt.
She thought she could hide it by isolating herself in her room and clearing her thoughts in a journal, but it wasn’t until her mum, Anne, had found it on her floor one morning.
Anne never expected her daughter to feel this way, especially because of Harry. She had no idea what else to do, so she made y/n go to therapy five days a week, expecting a change to happen within her daughter quickly. But there was no sign of happiness in her. No sign of anything.
“Hey mum, I think I’m going to get a few drinks with the guys and Gemma” Harry announced, fixing the last bit of his hair in the living room mirror.
Anne sighed, have been putting up with this for too long, and now slowly reaching her breaking point.
“Aren’t you going to ask me where your sister has been?” she asked harshly, slamming the skillet against the stove.
Harry flinched, looking at his mum curiously as he haulted his actions. He hasn’t seen her so harsh in a while now, and whenever it gets too harsh, he knows something serious is going on.
“She’s in her room getting ready, I—“
“I’m talking about y/n, Harold, your other sister!” she screamed.
She couldn’t believe after countless months of y/n not home for several hours a day that Harry would have no concern over where she’s been.
“No. What—what’s wrong? Is she okay?” Harry stammered, feelings his heart pick up speed as his hands became sweaty.
Anne sighed, having no motivation to sit and explain to Harry everything that’s been happening. Gemma was always there to pick y/n up from her appointments, and was always there to make her feel happy, and it made Anne worry how Harry had no idea what was going on. Never even asking.
She had no idea how right y/n was.
“She’s been in therapy for months now, and—and I think you should know why” Anne whispered, feeling tears pile up in her eyes.
Anne gentley placed the journal on the table after getting it from the junk drawer, making Harry stare curiously at the journal.
Taking a seat at the table, Harry cautiously began to read the pages that held more truth than he could ever know.
“March 21.
I just don’t understand it now. Why does everyone look passed me? What did I ever do to be this way? Why do people never notice me? I feel like I’m just here to make a higher population. I feel like I was only born to fill up the emptiness in the world. Do you know how people always say you were born for a reason? I used to believe that. I really did, but maybe that’s the only hope lonley people have. I really wished they’d realize hope doesn’t last very long.”
"March 25.
It’s just another day of being ignored. Another day of being left out. Another day of Harry picking Gemma over me. Another day alone. Another day haunted by my thoughts.”
"March 26.
I wish I felt happy. I want to be happy. I want to live and love and do things I never thought possible. But even the simplest things to me seem to be impossible, making everything so much more complicated. I just want to smile. I just want to feel something different, why is that so hard?”
"April 2.
I miss my brother. I miss Harry comming home and giving me a hug, spinning me in his arms, asking me if we want a movie night. I miss Harry comming home and asking if I need help on anything, if I need advice or if I need to talk about something. I miss Harry. I miss my older brother missing me. But now all he thinks about when he gets home is when Gemma comes home. When Gemma has free time so that he can do adult things without being alone while doing them. When Gemma can tag along to the studio to hear their practices. Does he even remember who I am? Does he even remember my name? I thought family was a place to feel apart of something, a place to feel belonging. I thought blood was thicker than water, so why does he look passed me like everybody else?”
That was enough for Harry. That was all he needed to crash down and understand everything. He could physically feel his heart twist and fall beneath him, completely shattering beneath his feet.
How couldn’t he realize sooner? How couldn’t he have thought about his own sister, his own family when she most needed it? He would always come across it, come across the tears in her eyes, the quivering of her voice, the silence she now has stood behind. But he never thought anything of it, just soome typical teenage things. But it was him, her own brother making her feel like that.
The thought was enough to make him sick. Lost in his own self sadness, lost in the tears streaming down his face, Harry heard a sudden vibration against the kitchen table.
Wipping his tears from his face, Harry reluctantly reached for his mum’s phone, seeing who would be texting her at this time of night.
Y/n.
“My appointment ended. You can pick me up now. I’ll be at the diner across the street, and please don’t cry when you pick me up anymore. It only makes me feel worse”
Harry didn’t even think about telling his mom before he ran straight to his car. No way was he going to pass up picking up his sister, not now. He needed to let her know that he was still there. He wanted her to realize that he was always there for her, even if it didn’t seem like it.
Parking in front of the diner, Harry started to feel nervous. He didn’t want to see what his own sister looked like after a therapy appointment. He didn’t want to see the look she would have once she say him walking into the diner and not her mum.
He shook his head, throwing those thoughts away as he made his way into the diner.
There wasn’t really anybody here, considering it was 9 pm on a school night, so it was easy to find her.
She was sitting alone, stirring her chocolate milkshake around with her straw, showing no intention on drinking it. He has never seen someone so disconnected, so to themselves that they hadn’t even realized there was an outside world.
Taking short strides to her booth, Harry slid in the booth across from her. He saw y/n look up for a split second before returning back to her original gaze, right upon her milkshake.
He wanted to say something to her, he really did, but he just didn’t know what. He didn’t know what was appropriate to say and what wasn’t. He was even scared to look at her for too long, in fear of destroying her.
“Everyone is really concerned about you at home and all. Mum isn’t even herself anymore, barely talking at the dinner table. We just want to know if you’re doing okay” Harry spoke softly, fiddiling with his thumbs.
Y/n nodded, dropping her straw from her hands before sliding out of the booth. She didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to know the pain she was causing her mother. She didn’t want her mum to be upset because of her own thoughts. Y/n never though being depressed would cause the people surrounding her to feel the same.
Walking to her brother’s car, y/n pulled open the passenger door and shut it closed, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t going to allow herself to cry, not in front of Harry. She needs to do it alone. She doesn’t want to annoy him or make him think she was pathetic.
Harry climbed into the car shortly after her. He was guessing that she was in no mood to talk, so he had no choice but to drive them back home in silence.
Harry was trying to hold back as many tears as he possibly could. He could have helped her through this. He could have been the one to lift her up instead of pushing her more down. It couldn’t have been that hard, not nearly as much harder as this is.
He wanted to talk to her, reach out to his sister like she should. He just didn’t know how, after all this time, after all of the hurt he’s put on her, it was almost impossible to talk to his sister.
Pulling up to the driveway, y/n was more than happy to get away from Harry and into her room where she can avoid everybody that tries to bother her.
Although a large hand stopped her, making her face her older brother in a series of sobs. She has never seen him cry so hard in her entire life, it was something so foriegn to her.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry choked out, letting her arm go so that he can grip the top of the steering wheel and drop his face into his arms, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Grabbing onto his arm, y/n slowly leaned into a hug, letting out her own strong cries and she held onto him like never before.
Harry forgot what it was like to hug his sister, and it only made him feel worse that he hasn’t done this as much as he should.
“I love you so much, y/n. I’m your older brother, and I promise you that this is how it’s going to feel from now on, okay?”
Y/n nodded, squeezing him harder before whispering a quiet “I’ve missed you.”
