#1d blurbs

[1d1195]

Sleep

I don’t even know why I wrote this.

Warning: 18+

Harry woke to a small shift in the mattress beside him. He probably would have ignored it if it weren’t for the tiny sigh she let out and an extra twitch that caused him to jump just a hair.

“Kitten?” He questioned. “Y’okay?” He asked her, turning to face her sleepy self on her side of the bed.

She sighed almost in annoyance...he swore it was annoyance. But it was night, and he was just asleep—how could he have annoyed her? “Hi Harry,” she whispered. She was entirely too awake sounding. He blinked against the darkness trying to make out her shape but couldn’t.

“S’matter?” he murmured. He reached out for her across the empty space in the mattress.

“Erm...” she sounded embarrassed. Harry wished the light was on. Maybe then he could see why she sounded so odd for such a literal dark moment and in the middle of the night. They were sleeping. What could she be embarrassed about? He tried to do the mental math of the last time she was distraught with cramps, maybe she was bleeding into the mattress...something had to be the cause.

Harry was feeling for her arm and thought it was in a weird position. She always slept twisted like a vine in the bed, the sheets around her legs it made impossible for Harry to ever have the appropriate amount of covers when sleeping. It was adorable but always required a bit of searching on his part to find her limbs so he could hold her hand or spoon with her without breaking her elbow.

His hand was looking for hers in the covers, but it was...missing? He searched along her arm until... He felt much more awake as he discovered her hand. “Kitten,” he repeated. “Are you...?” He was floored to say the least. Her hand clearly about to touch herself...right next to him...while he slept.

“Harry,” she said quietly almost brokenly. “I... I’ve been awake for two hours and I just want to...need to have an orgasm so I can fall asleep,” she said quickly. He knew she was blushing. He could have been blind, and he would know that.

He was extra shocked. “Oh...well...why...?” His brain was processing at one-third the speed it should have. She was awake. Trying to pleasure herself. While he was asleep next to her. In the middle of the night.

She sighed heavily. “Why didn’t I wake you?” She wondered.

“Uh...yeah?” He asked. He was desperate to see her now, his eyes trying to adjust to the dark, but the room was pitch black. He couldn’t even make out the whites of her eyes. He reached out again and gently caressed her cheek.

“Because...” she sounded so frustrated. “I’m so tired, Harry,” she almost sounded like she was on the brink of tears. “I just want to fall asleep...and I can’t...I’m sorry I just can’t focus on you right now, I just...need to be selfish because if I don’t cum, I won’t fall asleep and I think I’ll cry if I can’t sleep soon,” she explained. His lips parted at her bluntness. He could feel himself harden at the idea of her trying to quietly finish herself off while he slept.

“Y’can be selfish,” he said quickly. His brain was up to one-half processing speed now. It was all becoming a little clearer. “Um...do y’do this a lot?” He asked. His heart was beating a little faster now in his chest as he pictured his beautiful girl trying to cum to fall asleep. The idea had him...he was aching at the idea. He could picture her fingers pressing against her clit sliding into herself...oh it was too much for him.

“N-no,” she said quickly. But it made it sound like she did it a lot. “That’s...”

“S’really hot, kitten,” he said knowingly his voice sounded deeper and she knew he was picturing it. She could feel him hardening at the prospect of her touching herself while he was sleeping. He inched himself closer to her. “Can...can I help?”

“I just...”

“I don’t have to,” he amended quickly. “Just want to help you be comfortable and sleep,” he said stroking her face with his hand. “Nothin’ to do with me, kitten,” he whispered. “S’all ‘bout you,” he promised. “Y’can be selfish all y’want,” he said huskily as he continued to picture her quietly twitching beside him.

“But you’re...” she nudged him with her leg feeling his hard length pressing against her.

“Well, kitten. M’only a man,” he chuckled darkly and pulled her close. His nose traced a line along the side of her cheek “Y’jus’ told me that y’make yourself cum while m’sleeping right next to you,” he reminded her. “I love to watch y’cum...you’re always so pretty when you do,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Can’t help it, that’s the hottest thing ‘ve ever heard of,” he said into her ear and then lightly took her earlobe between his lips. His breath was hot in her ear.

“But...”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” he mumbled and guided her hands back to her, what had to be an aching pussy. “Can always get you to cum again tomorrow when you’re more awake,” he mumbled and kissed a line from her ear down her neck. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered. “Make yourself cum.”

“Uh...” she cleared her throat shyly. She wanted the relief, but it felt awkward now.

“I can if you want,” his voice was so husky. There was a time and place for Harry’s mouth and/or fingers but it wasn’t now. She desperately wanted to fall asleep as quickly as possible. Harry was slow and languid and always made her desperate in a whole other way. Harry’s mouth on her wouldn’t work the way she wanted to.

“Um...”

“Jus’,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to her temple wanting to be encouraging. “Do it,” he mumbled in her ear. “Please?” He asked. “S’pretty,” he repeated.

She moaned quietly as his lips pressed against her ear. “I...”

“Don’t feel bad, kitten,” he murmured. “Won’t mind if y’cum for me,” he promised her. “S’always tomorrow,” he reminded her. And well, she really wanted to sleep.

Her fingers found their way back to her center. “That’s better kitten,” he whispered. “Innit?” He could feel her twitching already. He must have interrupted her at the worst time when he woke her up. He could practically imagine his cock wrapped up in the tight warm walls of her pussy. He was eager to get her to sleep so he could wake her up tomorrow and feel for himself.

But right now, was only about her. Her fingers worked over her clit in fast little circles. “Tell me what you’re thinkin’ ‘bout,” Harry begged.

“Y-you,” she breathed.

“Mm...” he hummed. “What ‘bout me?” He asked and he trailed his fingers over her skin.

“How...big...and...” She was already breathless. He wondered more about how often she did this. “Warm...and the way you stretch me,” she whispered

“Oh, kitten. M’ego,” he joked quietly, and he pressed more kisses to her skin. “Gonna cum fo’ me?” He asked hotly in her ear. He knew all the signs of her body like his own. He was rock hard at the thought of all this. Of course, he still couldn’t see her, but it might have been for the best. He surely would have a much harder time letting her be selfish if he saw her pretty little fingers doing all the naughty things, he wished he could.

The morning wasn’t so far away, though. He could wait that long.

“Yeah...” she moaned, and she tucked her face against his neck.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Cum fo’ me,” he said softly.

She smacked her free hand onto Harry’s forearm and gripped tightly. Her legs twitched and she moaned quietly as he pressed a kiss to her mouth to swallow the sound. Everything about her was incredible. Sighing with relief, Harry could feel her heart beneath his arm slowing as she came down from her high. “Y’know kitten, y’can be selfish whenever y’want,” he breathed. “Are you sleepy?” He wondered.

“Mm...” she hummed in response. He kissed her nose and tucked her head beneath his chin. “Love you,” she murmured tiredly.

“I love you, too,” he answered.

But she was already asleep.

[stxylex]

okay don’t hate me but everytime i see this picture i just wanna mark his neck 🥺💋

[hes-woman]

Halloween 2018

Sloppy lips met your cheek, dragging down to your jaw and suckling on the skin there. Grabby hands found your hips, rubbing gently as Harry sidled up next to you, a cheeky, lopsided grin plastered on his face. His fingers slipped under the hem of your skeleton top, your last minute attempt of a costume, which you brought reluctantly after your search for an outfit that would fit over your pregnancy bump proved to be more difficult than you anticipated.

After over 5 years together, you’d become extremely familiar with drunk Harry, so not even him leaning his full weight on your body could distract you from your conversation. “I’m getting a bit antsy now, if I’m honest. It gets a bit boring being cooped up all day, when everyone else is at work and I've got nothing to keep me occupied. And-”

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” Harry whined, bumping his head on your shoulder in protest.

“H, I’m talking to your sister, why don’t you go see if you can find Jeff or someone for a bit?”

“Don’ want Jeff. He’s not pretty and I can’t kiss him like I wanna kiss you,” he persists, “Gem’s boring anyway, m’definitely the better sibling,” his eyes widened as he turned to face his sister, “don’t tell mum I said that, she might ground me.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” you laughed, moving his arm so it was rested over your shoulder, “d’you think it’s time for you to call it a night?”

He shook his head, lips forming a pout as he silently begged you not to make him go to bed. “M’perfectly fine, just wanted to spend some time with you, y’are my wife, after all.”

“C’mon then,” you led him over to an empty stool in the kitchen, sharing a knowing look with Gemma as you mouthed a quick apology.

“Love you, baby,” he sheepishly smiled, tugging you in between his legs and splaying his hands across the expanse of your back, “are you mad at me?”

“’Course not, why would I be mad?”

“’Cause I drank a bit more than a little an’ I’m taking you away from being a good hostess.”

“As long as you’re having a good time and not throwing up all over the carpet, like you did on our first halloween together, I couldn’t be mad at you, you nutter. ‘Sides, you’re drinking for two.”

“Yeah, ‘cause there’s a baby inside my baby,” his hands slid round to your front, slipping under your top, a smirk spreading across his face at the way your body shivered under his touch. “Feel like I’ve barely seen you all night, thought maybe you’d been avoiding me.”

“You really are a paranoid drunk, huh?” you teased, “was just letting you socialise for a bit. Felt bad for keeping you away from all your friends when you stay in with me.”

“Like you a whole lot more than m’friends,” he mumbled, resting his head on your chest, with his nose nudging at your neck. “We’re a proper married couple now, ‘bout to officially start our own family, think we can finally admit that we wanna stay at home food from the chippy and watch some shitty tv.”

“Valid point there. Look a bit tired, H, you sure you don’t wanna go to bed?” you asked, receiving another defiant shake of his head (well, you assumed that’s what he was going for but his movement was restricted since his head was still firmly planted on you).

“Jus’ resting my eyes for a bit.”

“There you two are!” Nick cheered as he spotted you from the kitchen doorway, arms widespread to wrap his arms around the two of you, “was eginning to think maybe you’d both gone off to bed, like the old grandparents you’ve both become.”

“I’d like to see you grow a whole human inside of you and still be the life of the party, Grim,” you scrunched your nose up at him, but the smile you tried (and failed) to keep from creeping onto your face did nothing to stop his snickers.

“Don’t be mean to m’wife,” Harry grumbled, raising his head slightly to narrow his eyes, “s’my house an’ I’ll kick you out.”

“Someone’s feeling a bit grumpy,” Nick reached out to pinch Harry’s cheek playfully, to which he received a growl and a swat of his hand. He blew Harry a kiss, before turning to you, “He does actually look a bit worn out, maybe you should just take him to bed. People are beginning to leave, that’s why I came to look for you, actually. Reckon everyone who isn’t staying will be gone within half an hour, so if you do a quick round of the room no one will notice if you disappear.”

“Told you m’not tired,” Harry lifted himself off of you so that he was sitting up straight, glaring at the two of you.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Nick offered, pushing you in the direction of the door.

You found Harry, nearly an hour later, sprawled out on the sofa in your living room, head fallen forward and his eyes drifting shut every so often only to be forced open again, in his attempt to fight the sleep that so desperately tried to consume him.

Thinking back on it now, you weren’t quite sure why you thought it was a good idea to throw a halloween party, two months away from your due date. You were exhausted, to say the least; the combination of long, busy days and restless nights had well and truly taken its toll on you. To add to that, you felt as if you were completely behind schedule – the lack of a finished nursery and sufficient baby equipment were largely to blame for that.

You supposed that, like you’d told him earlier, you felt guilty for stopping Harry from seeing his friends and even limiting the time he spends visiting his family. While your sane mind was well aware that it was solely his choice to accompany you on your nights in, spent eating countless takeaways and enjoying countless bubble baths, your pregnancy brain wasn’t exactly your best friend. It seemed like you were overthinking ever single small move at the moment, reading far too deep into everything Harry said or did.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t enjoyed yourself tonight. Having all of the people you were closest to in one place was something that rarely happened, and the fact you hadn’t seen a lot of these people in a while due to conflicting schedules made it even more special. But seeing Harry lying on your sofa on the verge of sleep made you realise that, maybe Harry was right, quiet nights in weren’t something you should avoid, and that, just maybe, the days when the two of you could survive into the early hours of the morning were a thing of the past.

“Hey, handsome,” you whispered so as not to startle him, watching as he smiled sleepily in response to the pet name, “what are you doing all on your lonesome?”

“Mum said to tell you g’night and that she’ll see you in the morning. Think Gem said something similar to that but I can’t really remember.”

“C’mon then, mister, think it’s time for us to get to bed, too,” you reached out for his arm, which he allowed you to take but continued to mumble that “m’not tired, wanna stay and dance”, despite his apparent inability to stand without support, let alone dance.

You managed to get him up the stairs and into your bedroom without much difficulty – the reassurance that you’d be joining seemed to settle him – with him happily climbing onto the bed and stretching out like a starfish. You thought he’d fallen asleep when he begn to whimper, “where’ve you gone? Miss you.”

“I’m right here, numpty. What’re you getting yourself in a state for?” you laughed, brushing your thumb over his cheek in a comforting manner.

“Just checking. Don’t go anywhere, m’kay?”

“I’ll stay right here, promise.”

“Happy Halloween,” he grinned goofily, eyes shutting as he finally fell asleep, leaving you to attempt to undress him from his glittery costume, and find some room in the bed for yourself.

[hxarrysbabe]

Hii I'm baack for a request ! First of all, hope you're fine and everything's ok. If you don't mind, please can you write an imagine where you and H are best friends and he's in a relationship with Kendall but you don't like her and you start to fight and scream and suddenly he kisses you and pretty things like that❤️

Heeey! I’m fine, thank you so much for asking! I hope you like what i did for you. Xx

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Y/N didn’t really know why she hated Kendall so much. Maybe it was the rest of her family or her fame or, or maybe how she looked over things, but there was definitely something in her personality that used to bother Y/N so much, she wasn’t able to sit in a room with her.

And when Harry, her forever best friend, told her that he started a relationship with her, Y/N couldn’t help but ask herself what was he finding attractive in her?

-  Congratulations then! - Y/N tried to fake a smile but failed - When did it all happen?

-  Well, we met a week ago on a party. And we almost had sex. Anyways, we were both too drunk, it didn’t happen. But then we remembered the good old time and went to the cinema on the next day, to a café on the next, next day, and to a dinner on the third day after the party. I sent her home and then we kissed in front of the door, all the cliché things, you know… So yeah, it kind of just happened.

Y/N smiled successfully this time but changed the theme, asking him if he already read that book she gave him a month ago.

A few days later she found herself listening to Kendall’s annoying voice while the way-too-perfect girl was sitting just right in front of her. Harry took the seat between them and told the waitress their order.  

- So, where did you study again? - Kendall asked, obviously not giving a damn about any college or university in this world, but trying to keep the almost dead conversation going.

- The New York city university - Y/N answered, trying to hide her annoyance.

Harry had brought them two so they can get to know each other and hopefully like each other because Y/N was very important to him and he wanted to make sure she had nothing against his new girlfriend. But the thing was that Y/N had everything against Kendall. She had spotted her a few times on parties and talked to her a few times, but it was enough for her to know that she wasn’t someone good for Harry.

- A smart ass, it means - Kendall laughed, sounding all fake and uninterested, then turned to Harry and kisses him on the mouth as if she wanted to clame him as hers to the entire restaurant.

- And where did you study? - Y/N asked, feeling her anger growing and bubbling in her chest.

-  I didn’t want to lose my time with that - Kendall brushed it off, - I had too much going with my modeling career. So what are you going to do now since you already graduated? Find a boring job and install Tinder? Am I close to your future plans? I mean, you can’t really meet someone if you’re 24/7 locked in the office. That’s why I didn’t go to an university, waste of time if you ask me.

-  Excuse me - Y/N pushed back her chair and standed up, - i’m gonna go to the toilet.

Harry quickly jumped off of his chair, telling his girlfriend that he was going to see why the waiter was so slow with their order. Kendall just shrugged and took her phone from her purse, starting to text with her friends. She didn’t even think for a second why Harry looked so worried and hurried to escape from there. She didn’t even think for a second that he was following Y/N down to the toilets.

-    Hey! - he shouted in the corridor, grabbing her by her elbow and turning her around so she could face him - Why do you looked so pissed off? What’s going on?

-    Nothing Harry, i think i’m on my period or something like that - she tried to brush it off.

-   Oh c'mon, don’t lie to me. You never do these kind of things. What is it?

-   I just… - she sighed, feeling how her eyes started to water - I just don’t like her. She’s driving me insane. And i don’t understand why are you with her, she’s so stupid, has no idea what working is, and-and…

-    I’m in love with you - Harry bursted out, hating the tears rolling down her cheeks.

-   W-what? - she whispered, feeling the lack of oxygen in her chest.

-   I’m in love with you - he shrugged, - that’s why i’m with her. I couldn’t continue watch you being so close to me, but so far away in the same time. So i decided that i needed a distraction like her so i could keep our friendship. Because it’s killing me, Y/N. It’s so hurtful for me to hug you every time i see you, but not to be able to kiss you.

Just then, Y/N understood why she hated Kendall so much and what was the thing that made her seem so awful in her eyes - jealosy. She was so jealous of her, it was blinding her and she wasn’t able to see her own feelings. But of course, until now.

Harry’s lips were soft and tasted like minth and strawberries so when he kisses her, she couldn’t think about anything else but minth and strawberries. It was like the whole universe exploded in there mouths. Her fingers burried in his hair and his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Tasting her with his heart ready to burst out because he was dreaming for this for way too long. Trying to hold her in his arms for as long as he could because there might won’t be an other chance for him to do that.

-   Please, tell me that this isn’t going to end here - she murmured, eyes still closed and lips still lazily touching his.

-   Well, i’m going to end my relationship with Kendall right in this restaraunt - he smiled, hugging her tight to his chest. - But this between us - i don’t plan on giving up on it anytime soon, actually i think about asking you on a date on tomorrow’s night.

And so he did.

[sotthestyles]

(SNEAK PEEK)

Good Enough. 💓

A blurb about decorating baby Styles nursery and having some first-time parents nerves 😌 “She’s all finished.” Harry grinned as he hung up the very last picture frame on the pastel, lilac coloured wall in front of him. The two of you had spent the entire day putting the finishing touches on your baby girl’s nursery. You were due to give birth in less than two months and the two of you could not be happier. Harry smirked as he admired all the hard work it took the two of you to decorate the room with photographs from your pregnancy photoshoot. There were also a few photos of various flowers littered around the room for a splash of colour. “Do yeh think she’ll like it?” Harry questioned as he glanced over at you. Your heart fluttered at the thought of what your baby girl would possibly like (or dislike) once she was born. “I think she’ll love it.” You replied with a small smile. You stood on the soft white rug by the crib and Harry took a step towards you. “I can’t wait t'show her around the house once she’s born.” Harry grinned proudly as he placed his hands on his hips. “You’re going to give her a house tour?” You questioned with a chuckle as you folded up a light grey blanket and placed it on the side of the crib. “‘Course! How else will she know her way around this big place?” Harry giggled in response. The two of you stood giggling in the middle of the nursery like little children. This was an incredibly exciting time for the two of you, and you felt extremely lucky. But there was also a sense of fear instilled inside you.

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more to come tomorrow, let me know what you think of it so far!! ☺️ xx

[twerkinwithhazza]

Masterlist

welcome harries, 5sos lovers, and everyone else who stumbles across my readings. welcome to my new and imporved master list where you can find all of my writings from over the years. some are cringey, some are fluffy, a few are sad, but most of the recent ones are pretty good if i do say so myself. i mostly write about mr harry edward styles but i also on ocassion write about my fave boys from 5sos, niall horan, and others.

the masterlist is organized mostly from most recent to oldest, so check out my latest story at the top ! (my last imagine was oublished on october 30th,2020)

you can send your request here

i’m working on a new post with all my rules for sending in request but for now just know i write smut, fluff, imagines, blurbs, preferences, etc.about the previously listed boys ! i don’t mind crazy shit.. but not too crazy (read my stories to kinda gage what type of writing i do i guess lol)

This means it is still being worked on

** This indicates smut 

Pumpkin Seeds** : You and Harry have been deprived of each other for too long and now you are at a family dinner and you want your pumpkin seeds.

“Come Here”**: You throw a drink in Harry’s face and suffer the consequences later.

Unsettled Dispute**: Part 2 of Just a Taste, where you drive Harry and Niall over the edge and suffer the consequences.

Just a Taste**: You go partying with Harry and Niall, and Niall wants a taste of what Harry has.

Winter Things: Harry just finished the European leg of his tour and its time to do some winter things with his favorite girl before he has to go away again.

Little Black Box: Harry leaves you a little gift for when you miss him while he’s on tour.

“It’s My Job” protective!harry: Paps and “fans” harass you in the airport and Harry protects you

Ultralight Beam:  You are cheating on your fiancé with Harry.

Everything is Yours : (Part 2 Ultralight Beam) You leave your fiancé for Harry.

Daddy’s In Trouble**:  CEO!Luke has been ignoring you and you decide it’s time for some payback

Sloppy Skype Calls**: CEO!Calum has an important skype call to take, but you have other plans for Mr.Hood

Anything For Mr.Hemmings**: (Part 2 to Daddy’s In Trouble) CEO!Luke has a bad day at work and needs to release some of his frustrations

Ice Shards and Warm Chocolate: Harry works at a concession stand at the local skating rink and it’s your anniversary.

Birthday Boy Blurb (Luke Hemmings): It’s your sons birthday and Luke wants the crowd to sing him happy birthday.

Old Flame New Game (Part 1):  You & Luke broke up in high school because you wanted to go to college but he wanted to run away. Years later you two meet again when you become his new assistant, and Old Flame is rekindled.

Squirting With Harry** : Harry trying and succeeding in making you squirt and how he reacts and all that.

Little Spoon Harry: Management has Harry stressed and you make him little spoon.

Tickles with 5SOS:  They find out you are ticklish 

Christmas Time with Calum: Spending time with Cal Pal                               

Christmas Time with Michael: Spending the holiday with your Mikey

A “fan” hurts you physically/verbally and he doesn’t believe you( Michael): One fake ass fan lies on you and Mikey doesn’t believe you

Stay With Me (Zayn Malik)**: You finally leave your crappy boyfriend for Zayn

Not Cliché (Zayn Malik): Zayn surprises you by recreating your first date

Victoria Secret Model(Niall Horan)** :  After years of modeling for small company’s and stores this was your big break - Victoria Secret wanted to sign you as their newest model.

His favorite thing about you physically(OT5) (One Direction Preference) : The physical attribute that each of the boys likes about you.

My Drug (Bad Boy/Punk Luke Hemmings )** : Luke teaches you how to smoke and what pleasure really is.

Gone (Luke Hemmings): Luke leaves you completely unannounced 

Nose Job (Luke Hemmings): You get a nose job while Luke is gone on your and when you reunite he notices

Pre Show Jitters (Niall Horan): You are performing at a 1D concert but you are extremely nervous about the hate, but your boyfriend Niall comforts you.

Cold Feet (Niall Horan): You get cold feet before you walk down the aisle.

3 (Liam Payne):  You and Liam get into a fight and then he makes up for it by doing something really sweet.

Lost Love (Justin Bieber): He can’t get over Selena, so you have to get over him.

Luke Hemmings Baby Series (Not Completed but if you guys want it request it !)

Finding Out : You find out the buns in the oven

Telling Him : Telling Lukey that there is a Baby Hemmo on the way

Telling Friends & Family : Telling the ones that matter the most to you that Luke and you are expecting

Morning Sickness : Baby Hemmo is kicking your butt with morning sickness

[imagines-from-fangirls]

"Del Taco Fiasco" ~ Christina Did this suck and I posted it anyways? Yes.

[hurryupharry]

From the Dining Table

Recently I’ve realized how extremely overlooked From the Dining Table actually is, and it’s been on my mind all day. So here’s a little short on this lovely piece, hope I did it some sort of justice! My other writing can be found here, be sure to tell me what you think! x

p.s. the gif doesn’t belong to me, all rights go to the original owner. 

He swore he saw you in a dream that night, the night he fell asleep to the sound of your voice in his ear, right there next to him. You looked so awfully angelic, some sort of heavenly aura erupting from within that no other could possibly rival. You barely spoke to him, though he’d been begging you to just tell him something to make up for all the lost time in the past few months that he hadn’t seen your face. His anxiety swam about the pools of tears in his eyes as all you said to him was, “Jus’ want you to be happy, Harry.” 

You’d said the same thing right before you walked out of his hotel room with your carry-on and a one-way ticket home in your hands that cold January night, his Harley tee still on your body as he insisted you keep it. It looked better on you anyway, he decided, the moment he saw you wearing it one early Summer morning whilst making breakfast in the kitchen. 

And he couldn’t quite comprehend why he felt so alone despite the beautiful girl lying across his chest rambling on about how good last night was. Any remnants of you in this girl seemed to wash away as he took a look at her face. How did he ever think she looked just like you? Too many Malibu Bay Breezes in one night seemed to blur his memory of you, just long enough for him to morph your image into this girl’s figure and fall between the sheets with her. She couldn’t be you, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the crippling feeling that tugged at his heart. He remembered the way she ordered water at the bar instead of your usual Mojito because it was the only drink with zero calories and how her hand didn’t hesitate to creep up his thigh. She wasn’t you. 

The girl had gone by daybreak after he’d realized how disgusting he felt, lying there with some stranger that he felt no connection to whatsoever. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the same guy who sent flowers to your dorm whilst you were in the midst of finals week to egg you on, or the same guy who promised that you would always be his priority. He couldn’t possibly be. It was a couple shot glasses of the best liquor in the hotel minibar later that he decided that he’d lost such a big part of himself that he wouldn’t ever get back. 

You’d sent Alfie out to the shops to get your favourite cold press from the juice place you used to frequent, a sudden craving for it overwhelming your ability to think. You hadn’t been there since you last popped by with Harry, and frankly, it held too many memories of evening runs you’d taken that would’ve just reopened freshly-closed wounds. Besides, it was no secret that Harry was a loyal customer to that joint, and running into him after so long would only send you back into your misery.

Harry ran into the juice place that day with his sunglasses pushed back into his hair and a fiver in his pocket, just enough to buy himself his usual. But he swore that this time his heart stopped as he recognized his old T-shirt on the back of someone that wasn’t you. It was torn in the same places, with splotches of colour from when he accidentally sorted it into the wrong laundry pile. 

The lad turned around with a drink in his hand, a strawberry-beet cold press that you made Harry fall into an unhealthy obsession with, and a lemon protein bar that got you through your mornings. And for fuck’s sake, it just had to be Alfie.

Harry had met Alfie quite a few times in the past when he picked you up from work, always lingering around you a little too much for him to be comfortable with. He was there when Harry’s car pulled up into the parking lot and when you hosted a Christmas party for a few close friends. And there he was now, wearing the same Harley Davidson shirt that you walked out of his life with, your breakfast in his hands. 

“Harry, lad,” Alfie greeted, clearing his throat as he’d obviously noticed Harry’s not-so-subtle gaze. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Same to you, Alfie,” Harry managed politely, though his mix of frustration and despair were about to burst at the seams. “How’s Y/N doing? She alright?”

He couldn’t help but ask about you. You hadn’t spoken to him in months, but he never stopped hoping that you’d call him. It was his fault, letting his hectic schedule put you on hold while the rest of his career continued to move forward. But some part of him wished that after so long, you’d be the one who rang him up. 

“Y/N’s doing well, I suppose. She got a promotion recently,” Alfie smiles, tapping his foot eagerly. This was more awkward for him than he’d imagined. Harry purses his lips, glancing down at his watch. “Send her my regards. You’d better get going then, she only likes juice before eleven in the morning.” 

He couldn’t believe that he let you slip through his fingers and fall into Alfie’s arms so easily. As if the two years you spent together meant nothing to him, nor to you. As if he wasn’t by your side in your worst days, and you weren’t there to see him through the nights he spent mulling over his career. As if he didn’t write songs about you and how much he’d give to be yours, wholly and relentlessly. 

He couldn’t believe that the both of you were truly over, when you were supposed to be forever.