The first part really got a lot of notes and a lot of you have been messaging me to continue it, so here ya go! Tell me if I should still continue.
For those who have not read Part 1, here you go!! Part 1
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Y/N’s POV
The interview and performance finally ended. I was exhausted beyond doubt and was all ready to just lie around the house and catch up on sleep.
“That was a great performance, Y/N!” My manager, Erika, said. “We don’t have anything more scheduled for today besides this, so you can go home and get some rest. Remember, James Corden carpool karaoke shoot tomorrow morning, Apple Music commercial shoot in the late afternoon.”
I nodded and thanked her for today. I went to my dressing room to freshen up, but to be met by my phone lighting up from notifications from various social networking platforms. I quickly went to the app to be met with hundreds of tweets about the performance.
@fanacc1
@Y/NOfficial SLAYED that performance #Y/NonEllen
@fanacc2
@Y/NOfficial im so gay for you #Y/NonEllen
@fanacc3
Ok... what just happened... @Y/NOfficial tried to kill me with her sexiness THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED... I still love you tho #Y/NonEllen
Reactions like these always make me smile. I took the time to like and reply to a few of them when I noticed a certain tweet that got my attention.
@Harryfanacc1
@Y/NOfficial... On behalf of @Harry_Styles, we sincerely apologize for not being treated well @Y/NOfficial #Y/Ndeservesbetter #Y/NonEllen
I then noticed that #Y/Ndeservesbetter was trending worldwide.
It was about what I said about the songs.
I saw a few tweets that were directed towards Harry. Some were words of kindness but most of them were just plain downgrading.
@Y/Nfanacc1
WTH @Harry_Styles you wrote a song about Taylor Swift but you can’t write songs about your girlfriend of three years? #Y/Ndeservesbetter
@1Dfanacc12
@Harry_Styles wrote a song about Townes in Carolina but not @Y/NOfficial… weird #Y/Ndeservesbetter
Oh, no.
Harry!
I exited the Twitter app to be met with 12 missed calls all from Harry. A few text messages of ‘Call me back’s’ were also left unread in my inbox. Thinking of the worst, I quickly dialed his number but was led to his voicemail.
Panicking, I dialed his number once more but was met with a text that said ‘In the studio, might take a while so don’t wait up. I love you. x’
Sighing in relief, I quickly cleaned up and packed up with the rest of the crew. My driver loaded up the van and brought me home. I was too tired to even unload the dirty clothes in my bag and was out like the light in mere seconds, enjoying the comfort of the bed that I love so much.
Harry’s POV
WHY IS THIS SO DAMN HARD?!
“Harry, relax. You don’t have to finish this by tonight. I’m sure Y/N would understand.” Jeff said, rubbing his face to rid of any sign of hopelessness.
“She would, but that will make me more of a dick,” I said, slumping on the office chair inside the studio beside the equipment. “She wrote what, eight songs about me. And what did I give her? Nothing. Zero. Absolutely nothing. I never wrote a song about her, not even a song that didn’t make it in the album. What does that make me look like?”
“It’s not your fault-”
“But it is! Why is it so damn hard to write a f***ing song about her?!” I said, starting to pull on my growing hair.
“Alright, this is not just about a song. Speak up.” Jeff said, rolling his seat towards mine and patting me on my back. “C’mon. What’s pushing you to write a song about her?”
“It’s just... what the people are saying is true. Y/N deserves better. She deserves someone who can write billions of songs all about her.” I said, wiping a few stray tears that started forming. “She’s... she’s the person who would change your life. You know what I mean?” Jeff nodded in understanding and let me continue.
“She has made everything worth it for me. If touring and being away from her will lead us to an easy life together, where she wouldn’t need to lift another finger ever again, in the future, I’m willing to do it. She is it for me, mate. I... I can’t explain what I’m feeling but I just want to spend the rest of my life with her. And writing about my other relationships besides ours? It makes it look like she doesn’t mean anything, but that’s not the case. I don’t want her thinking that way.”
“I can’t lose her. She’s home for me.”
Y/N’s POV
My nap took longer than expected. I checked the time and saw that it was almost seven in the evening. Looking for any signs of Harry’s presence, I was surprised to see none. I got ahold of my phone and sent him a message.
Y/N: Haven’t seen you all day... I’ve missed you xx
H: Taking a little longer here at the studio. I miss you too x
Y/N: Are you gonna eat dinner there?
H: Probably, yeah.
Y/N: oh, ok. Love you xx
H: Love you too x
This then gave me the idea of bringing food for Harry at the studio. I made my way to the kitchen to prepare all the ingredients needed for his favorite pasta and immediately got cooking.
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Arriving at the studio’s building, I was met with the secretary smiling at me.
“Ms. Y/N! Mr. Styles is using Studio 3 as of the moment. Want me to tell them you’re here?” Jodie said.
“No thanks Jodie, I’ll just enter. Brought some dinner for them as well.” I said. raising the blue bag that contained the pasta, as well as a few cans of beer to help them relax. “Oh, here. Have some.” I said, reaching for a separate pack which I specifically made for her.
“Thank you so much, Ms. Y/N. You’re so thoughtful.” I reciprocated the greeting and made my way to the studio.
As I was about to knock, I heard a triumphant scream from the inside.
“Knock, knock!” I said, peeking my head inside to see Harry, Jeff, and the band all surrounding the equipment. A chorus of hellos and heys welcomed me in. I showed them the dinner I made and they all said their gratitudes and dug in. Harry, on the other hand, was still busy by the booth.
“Love, eat some dinner first. It’ll help.” I said.
“No, I have to finish this by tonight.” He said, pulling on his hair. He only does this when he’s frustrated.
“Why are you in a rush? You just released an album that is now number one in over 84 countries. Give yourself some time to relax.” I said, tugging on his jumper sleeves.
“No, I have to finish this for you.” He said, almost too soft for me to hear. But I heard it.
The interview.
“H, if this is about the interview, it’s nothing really. I never thought that it will blow up like that.” I said.
“But it deserved to blow up like that. I’m a dick of a boyfriend to have written songs about other women and not write songs about you.”
“Some things just can’t be forced, H. Don’t force it. Ok?” I said, giving a small peck on his cheek.
“I don’t want you to leave me because of this.” He said, finally looking at me.
“I won’t,” I replied, caressing his cheek to calm him down.
“You wrote eight songs about me, Y/N. Eight! And I wrote none. That has to change.” He said, removing my hand and going back to work.
“Harry, I said don’t force it.”
“But I have to.”
“BUT YOU CAN’T!” I shouted, finally losing my temper. “You can’t rush a song in a day if the inspiration is not there.”
“It is there! It’s just-”
“Harry! It’s not! Can’t you take the hint?!” I said, tears now forming. “I’m sorry that I haven’t made such an impact that writing a song is such a problem.”
“Y/N-”
“Songwriting is such a beautiful process that you have to trust on. You can’t force it like what you’re doing now.” I said, standing up. “I don’t need a song written for me to believe that you love me.”
The reaction I received for part one was heartwarming. I’m working really hard on this one that’s why its taking me so long to update, that and plus I’m busy with studies. I’m still kinda iffy about this series since I want to give you guys the best and don’t want you guys to settle for anything less. So please let me know if this is what you guys want to read.
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Few months later…
Rain sucks. It really does.
Especially, when you’re in a café all alone, waiting for your best friend to show up. It’s been an hour and he is yet to come. This was unlike Harry’s behaviour but ever since he’s been dating Ella, all other things seem to be his second priority. You’ve been trying to neglect all your feelings towards him all together and it seems to be working. Louis has helped you tons. By been an amazing friend and keeping you company not only when you feel lonely but also generally. Recent events have made the two of you extremely close, and both of you seem to enjoy it.
“Miss, would you like a refill?” The waiter asks you, giving you a sympathetic smile as if he knows you’ve been stood up.
“No, thank you. I’ll just have the bill please-” you being but are cut off by a very familiar voice.
“Oi! No need to call in for the bill yet, angel.” He slides into the seat in front of you with a huge smile. He grabs your hand softly and kisses the back of it, he looks at you with those shiny bright green eyes along with an apologetic face as if telling you to forgive him one more time. You look at him with a nonchalant look yet let out a sigh and forgive him. You turn back to the waiter and ask him for a refill and Harry gives him his order. The guy smiles and walks away with your orders.
“You’re an hour late, Harry.” You exclaim, “One whole hour! This is a new record for you…”
“M’sorry! S’just that Ella had some last minute shopping to do for this dinner we are having with her parents, anyways it won’t happen again. I promise, angel.” He apologizes and promises you all those empty promises you’re familiar with.
“Don’t promise something you can’t live you to, H.” You warn him. He looks at you pleadingly, telling you to just drop the topic. You shake your head and thank the waiter as he places your tea in front of you. You tear open the sugar packet and emptied it into the tea. You look back at him as you stir to find his eyes watching all your movements. You raise your eyebrow, “Anyways…” his eyes snap back to your face, waiting for you to continue, “How are you? Now that the album was so well received and you’re done with all the small gigs, looking forward for the movie to release?” You ask him.
Instantly a huge dimpled smile spreads on his face, “M’really excited for it! A bit nervous, since it’s the first time m’doing something like this, but none the less excited. I hope everyone likes it.”
You scoff, “It’s a Christopher Nolan movie, H! It will be good, with or without you.” You tease and sip your tea. He frowns and pouts.
“Stop being so mean to me!” He whines. You both chuckle and an hour passes just like that, full of inner jokes and sly teasing.
By the time the pair of you walks out of the café, the rain has stopped but the winds are blowing in a wild form. Harry holds out the door for you as you exit and you smile at him gratefully, which he returns.
“Well, this has been nice, H. Lovely seeing you once in a while.” You say as he pulls you into a hug. He roughly sways the two of you from left to right as you laugh.
“It has been lovely, isn’t it?” he pulls back, “You’re so busy with work now. Give some time to your old friend, would you?” You roll your eyes at his fake hypocrisy.
“Sure, rockstar. I’m the one who’s busy!” you smack him lightly. He laughs and pulls you closer but you pull away the moment you start feeling a bit tingly.
“That reminds me… I wanted to talk to you about the premiere, the one which is being held in London…” You saw this was coming, so you aren’t as shocked as you would’ve been few months ago, “I know I asked you to be m’date along with my mum all those months ago, but-”
“Now that Ella is in the picture, instead of me you want to take her with you?” you finish his sentence. He closes his eyes and sighs. He knows your smart, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t hate doing this to you. But if he doesn’t do this he knows Ella will feel devastated, even though she is too kind to say anything.
“I’m sorry, angel. I swear, never planned this. S’just that I don’t want Ella to feel sad, even though she won’t say anything I know it’ll break her. I really don’t want to mess this up. You understand me, don’t you?”
It hurts you. It really does. Seeing him being so thoughtful towards her feelings but not yours breaks your heart. But you can’t change the way things are, so you just settle for them.
“I saw this coming, Harry.” You squeeze his shoulder and rub his back in comfort, “It’s totally fine, hun.” He smiles at you gratefully. Once you pull away and being to say goodbye for the second time, he stops you again.
“But you still have to be there, angel! Use the two tickets I have given for your friends and if you want extra just let me know, okay?” he says.
“Of course I’m going to be there, you knob. I told you that we knew this was coming.” You laugh and pull out your car keys.
He chuckles, “We?” he inquire.
“Oh, Louis and I knew this was coming since the moment you marked four months with El. So he asked me to be his date for the movie.” You smile when you recollect the conversation you had with him. While you are busy smiling and searching your purse for your parking ticket, you failed to notice the glare Harry is giving you. The look filled with confusion and anger and probably a bit of jealousy. But he changes it right before you look back at him.
“So you and Lou, huh?” he nervously lets out a fake laugh and he rubs the back of his neck. Your hum doesn’t help his nerves, instead they increase is anticipation for you to answer.
“It’s nothing, we’re just friends, H.” you finally state.
“Doesn’t look like that.” He rasps out a snap. You turn your head to him instantly after you hear the twinge of anger in his voice.
“What is that supposed to mean?” You reply. He clears his throat, he shakes his head and lets out chuckles.
“I mean, you guys have been spending quite a lot of time together. Come on, s’okay if you a bit of a crush on my mate!” he nudges you with his elbow. When you blush his heart drops a bit. For some unknown reason he was expecting you to be angry.
“I mean, I’m not going to lie. He’s pretty hot. But I don’t know…” you drag your words at the end but snap out of your dreamland and look back at the boy who once stole your heart, “W-Why do you ask?”
“Don’t know… I mean he doesn’t seem your type.” He states. You scoff at his choice of words. Both of you know that you don’t have a type. The statement certainly takes you aback.
“What a load of crap! I don’t have a type, H. You and I, both know that.” You let out a loud laugh.
He looks down to the floor before reciprocating the laugh, “Right, how can I forget?! Back home you had a crush on the guy with a weird punk haircut… what was his name?… Cameron!”
“Oh please! He was good to me, okay?!” you exclaim as you try to defend yourself. He laughs out a laugh which makes his head fall back and his face turns all crinkly along with the dimples. Seeing him laugh, brings out a smile on your face.
“H-He had rainbow coloured hair, YN! Plus the guy was basically a huge creep, he used to show up everywhere you were!” he bends down to catch his breath after laughing so hard.
You roll your eyes, “Whatever, I gotta go. Don’t be late next time, H. Please.” He nods and pulls you in for another hug, you hug him one more time before parting ways.
It seemed like the time flew faster than ever and before you knew it, it is the day of the most anticipated movie premiere.
“Love, have you seen my blazer? I kept right on the couch when I came in.” Louis calls you out as the two of you get ready for the event. It was you who suggested the idea to meet up at your house to get ready for the night. It does save a lot of time and is more convenient, so he didn’t argue.
“I brought it up here with me, so it won’t get all wrinkly and ruin its iron.” You answer back. You hear his loud footsteps as he climbs the stairs to get to your bedroom.
“Well aren’t you a lifesaver.” He whistles and teases you as he opens your closet doors to reach out for his expensive blazer. You look at him from the rear view of the mirror in your bathroom. You can’t help but be attracted towards him. You know Louis is an attractive man and you’re sure he knows exactly what he does to his female fan-base, and right now you can’t help but be one of them. Once those girls get a look at him in this attire, they are going to lose their mind.
You snap out of your dreamland before he could catch you drooling over him, you walk out of the bathroom, “Well, I’m done. So if you need the bathroom you can go ahead… Lou, are you listening?” You ask him since he is standing right where his is like a statue.
“You… You look gorgeous, YN. Wow…” He exhales loudly. You turn crimson at his words at you steal a glance at yourself on the floor length mirror. You felt beautiful in this dress. Your eyes meet his again and but jump in a fright to now see him close to you. You feel his warm minty breath on your face, and feel goose bumps rise on your body.
“Well, y-you don’t look too bad for yourself either, Lou.” You let out whisper. You feel his arms snake around your waist and pull you closer to his body. You are kind off short heighten in general so Louis being an average height person doesn’t make you feel that intimidated like harry managed to make you, sometimes. You feel his index finger under your chin as he lifts up your face towards him.
“Is this okay, love?” he whispers to you, not wanting to ruin the mood. You find yourself nodding, and before you can exhale the long breath you realize you are holding, he gently presses his lips against yours. Every thought that ran through your mind disappears into thin air. You lock your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He tightens his hold but pulls out too soon for your liking.
“You have absolute no idea for how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He whispers as he presses his forehead against yours. You lean in one more time to leave a small peck on his lips.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days. I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.” You whimper as he nuzzles his head into your neck and places little feather kisses there. You cup his cheeks to make him look at you and chuckle at the state of his lips. You wipe of the red lipstick which is smudged on the area covering his lips. “You have my lipstick all over you face!”
“Why don’t you go and see yours, love? It’s worse than mine.” He sass as he leans in to kiss you again. You moan but pull out.
“We should get ready. We don’t want to be late now, do we?” You walk into the bathroom again to wipe of the smudged lipstick.
He follows you and stands right beside you. He leans against the sink and his eyes follow your every move. Once you are done, you take another wet tissue to properly wipe of the lipstick on his face. You take a hold of his hand and pull him towards you. He stands there staring at you. You meet his glace, “What?”
“Is this how were going to act the rest of the night? As if nothing ever happened?” He wants to appear all strong but you can’t help but see the worry in his eyes.
You smile,cup his face and pull it towards you, “ Louis William Tomlinson, if I hadn’t just reapplied my lipstick I would kiss the shit out of you again not just to shut you up from saying all those word but also to show you that I’m ready for whatever this is. I’m so sure that if you would kiss me in front of those hundreds of people who are waiting to get a glimpse of my boys today, I won’t stop you.”
You see the flush in his cheeks as he looks down shyly. You wrap your arms around him and feel his around your waist, “Thank you, YN.”
“For what?” You ask as you pull back and the two of you walk out of the room holding hands.
“Everything… For being there for me when I needed you the most. You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever seen, after what happened with Harry I can understand if you don’t want to do this-”
You cut him off before he can complete his sentence, “What did I say, Lou? I’m ready for this. I’m so ready to forget about the hurtful past, to move on.”
He opens the car door for you with a huge smile and climbs in after you, the driver he appointed for today, takes this as a cue to start the car and get going. Louis bring his body close to you, “I want to do this the right way. I want to take you on a first date and do everything perfectly. So if you don’t mind, I’m afraid we have to act like two friends, just like everyone thinks we are, as if the kiss never happened. Just for the night though, because I would love to continue the kiss we shared back there.” He jokes.
You nuzzle your nose in his cheek and he lets out a giggle. You smile, hook your arm against his elbow and rest your head on his shoulder for the rest of the ride.
For the first time in the last few years you felt content and happy. You felt truly happy.
On the night of the BRIT Awards, someone planted the lovely seed of doing another Little Mix story for the Little Mix/The Missus AU since it’s been some time since I posted the last one. And I thought, since it has been a while since I updated that AU, why not do one in dedication of the girls winning their first ever BRIT Award and doing a sensational performance of Shout Out To My Ex.
So, here we have a very supportive Harry and an excited missus on the both of them winning a BRIT Award in the same night.
Also, I apologise for how rusty and how awful this may be. I’ve been having the urge and the want to write stories but my mind has such a horrible blank that nothing seems to be flowing correctly. I’m sorry. :(( I’m definitely going to come back to this one and re-edit it when my writers block has completely gone - I don’t want to leave it at the mess it is right here.
Enjoy. xx
“You’ll never, you’ll never bring me down.”
Harry jammed his thumbs into the corners of his mouth, blowing out a puff of breath and whistling loudly from his standing stature as he watched the five of you disappear on a rectangular stage, and into the upper wings of the venue that engulfed your figures and tore you from the sight of everyone ahead of the stage. A similar stage that resembled something that he’d experienced back in the Take Me Home days, bringing memories to his conscious mind of the times he’d panicked slightly about toppling from the edges and falling from a daunting height that would for sure break a bone in his body; feeling the same amount of fear coursing through his veins as he watched your figure, shaking with adrenaline, rise up at a slow pace during the finale of the performance.
A smile on his pink lips as he cheered loud and clear for you to hear. And no matter how many times he thought you couldn’t hear him, and no matter how many times it crossed his mind that he was just another cheering voice moulding in with the cheerful screams and applause of the audience around the O2, he knew you could hear him over the near-20,000 people surrounding him. The smiles you threw in his direction, and the brief eye-contact you allowed with his green orbs, were a give-away and enough to settle his mind down.
In the past, he’d spoken continuously about never finding something as amazing as performing on stage, but, when he sat back and watched you and heard your voice around an arena that could fit thousands, he knew he’d found that something more amazing. He’d starred in a movie that was soon to be winning and gaining nominations at huge award shows, and, he was taking part in a solo project and releasing an album that would have his name printed in bold, but to him and in that moment, nothing could compare to the feeling of watching his girlfriend owning the stage like it was her home.
He found performing enjoyable. Standing up on a platform that gave him the opportunity to look out straight at the people who had excelled him into a career that he’d never taken a second guess towards, thanking them with every change he had and allowing them to know that he was forever and eternally grateful for having such a fantastic and stable support base behind him.
As the crowd around him had began to die down after the euphoric feeling flowing through their veins, and everyone, from plus ones to nominees to announcers, took their seats and got cosy with the first break of the night, Harry took a bolt towards the bar in hopes of getting a drink brought for the five of you in order to refresh your hydration after a spectacular dance routine. A routine that he’d seen you rehearse more than enough times in the last few weeks, tagging along to your rehearsals and giving his opinion on how he found it.
Coming face to face with a queue that was almost the length of the corridor, he began to think that he wasn’t going to make it back to the table in time to greet you with a kiss and some appraisal on a well-performed production to the newest single. He swayed from side to side, smiling at the odd fan that walked past and greeting those who had taken time to politely ask for a photo and to speak their flattering compliments about you and the girls.
But those thoughts had begun to fizzle away with each step he took towards the bar. Within the space of just a handful of minutes, he was making his way back through the entrance with a tray of empty flute-glasses in his hands and bottle of chilled champagne tucked under his arm. With quick steps, he made his way back to the table, just in time to see you rushing towards the seats in the haste of seeing him, dressed in an outfit you’d chosen to sport after your performance. The black heels that the five of you had sported had been changed into white flats, and the silver suit made with a robotic style in mind had been exchanged for a white jumpsuit that fit with the colour scheme between the group of you. A smile on his lips as his feet quickened in pace, his body squirming and shuffling around the chairs of each round table placed on the floor of the arena, his voice calling out over the raucous happenings as everyone tried to find their seats in the time left before the show took a bang.
“Hey, Superstar.”
His voice captured your attention, slightly inaudible over the screams and drowning in the scraping chairs and chatter that had started to happen on the floor of the arena. Your feet instantly took you towards his tall figure, your arms patiently waiting by your sides as Harry set the tray of flute-glasses and champagne on the table, ready to wrap him up in a hug and a squeeze.
With help being offered from Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, who had been sitting at the table and keeping Harry company during the opening performance, he handed over the champagne before he wrapped his arms around you, a smile on his face when you tucked yourself into his chest and pressed your nose to where his cross necklace sat, chilled against his skin, underneath his white button-up.
“Did you see us, Harry? Were you here to see it?”
“I was, I was,” he hummed softly, pressing his lips to the top of your head before you pulled away from him and found an attraction to the seat beside his, “I popped out after your performance to get you girls some champagne as a well-done for doing so well. I didn’t think it was right to give you champagne from a half-opened bottle that Alex opened when we sat down. I wanted to give you girls the opportunity to pop the cork yourself.”
“You know I love popping the corks at home,” you grinned cheekily, reaching for the neck of the bottle that was only moments ago placed on the tabletop, a smirk on your face as you spun on your heels and hollered quietly to the four girls finding comfort in their seats beside their loved ones, “girls, Harry brought us champagne to drink. Let’s pop this bad-boy open and sit back until our nominations.”
“Cheers, Harry,” Jesy grinned, reaching over as she sat down and squeezing his forearm in a thankful manner, a twinkle in her eyes as she watched you pop the cork.
“You’re welcome, ladies,” he stated warmly, falling to his seat and pulling one out for you, making sure you could fall comfortably upon the padded cushion after you’d filled the flute-glasses up to the rims, “come and sit down. Make yourselves comfortable,” he suggested, grinning as you took the seat between him and Perrie, Alex on her other side that lead round towards Leigh-Anne and Jade and Jesy, “excited for your nominations tonight? How many are you up for again?”
“Three,” you stuck three fingers up and wiggled them in his eyeline, “group, single and video. Which One Direction are also nominated for. So, expect to sleep on the sofa tonight if you win that award,” you teased cheekily, squeezing his thigh playfully as you looked up towards him and nudged your nose to his cheek. The feeling of his slight stubble tickling and scratching at the tip of your nose, “I’m not joking either, Styles. I can’t deal with your big-head boasting about another win.”
You were no stranger to the times when Harry would arrive home after an award show, calling out your name and waving an award in the air with a smug smile on his face when he caught your figure at the top of the stairs, with pink cheeks from the celebratory after-party that took place in a stuffy and humid club and smelling strongly of the beer that he’d managed to splash down his front in his drunken state. Sober enough to explain clearly what he and the boys had won that night and still manageable to push into the shower - with a little coaxing and gentle words to take the award from his grip - and wash before he climbed into bed and zonked out for 8 hours. Waking up the next morning, with a smile on his face and following the idea of finding a good place in the house to put the shining award; his preferences usually being on the top shelf in a cabinet, on a counter-top beside something that looked mediocre with the room, or on the shelves lining the living room or bedroom that were in eye-sight no matter where you looked in the space.
It was common for him to leave the house with the expectancy of winning an award, and it was common for him and the boys to win awards effortlessly, so by the time he arrived home in his tipsy state, award tucked under his arm, you had managed to make spaces on the shelves and on the counter-tops, between the collective winnings between you both from over the years.
“Hey. Don’t kick me out of our bed because the fans voted for us. Remember I tweeted to vote for you and the girls,” he stated matter-of-factly, his lips puckering and his head tilting downwards, coming into contact with your skin, “I want you to win that award, if I’m honest, Superstar. We’re not technically One Direction right now so it deserves to go to a band who are topping the world right now,” his words came out gently, his plump flesh brushing over your cheek as he let the words roll from his tongue and find a way to your ear.
“Trying to butter her up, huh?” Jade smirked from the other side of the table, her fingers curled around the flute glass as she readied herself to take a gentle sip, “s’not quite workin’, is it?” She questioned in amusement. And behind the rim of the glass, Harry could make out a smirk coating her features as she cocked an eyebrow in your direction, erupting a giggle from your throat and a palm to be pressed against his chest.
“No, I’m just joking around. I’ll be proud if the boys win. I’d be a pretty sucky girlfriend if I didn’t support him,” you proclaimed, looking between Jade and Harry, “I’ll be proud of him either way. I’ll always be proud of him. He’s done a lot this year so this wouldn’t be such a bad thing at all, would it?” He shook his head, the curls that surrounded his ears moving with the motion and tickling at the back of the outer shell, “starring in a movie and sitting on the cusp of releasing solo music is every bit of exciting as it is winning a BRIT Award. I just want everyone to be proud no matter if one of us wins or neither of us wins.”
“I kind of feel like it’s a battle between us two bands for the Video award though. I want both of our fandoms to feel proud of us, no matter what the result is,” Leigh-Anne pointed out, sitting forward in her seat as she reached for the champagne bottle stuck in the ice-bucket sat in the middle like a decoration, “like, you boys shouldn’t get hate from our fans because we lost out to you and us girls shouldn’t get hate from your fans because you lost out to us. We can see how much they work for us to get us these awards, but, it’s a definitive battle between the 9 of us.”
“Since you and our darling lady here have gotten together, it’s like our two fandoms have merged into one huge fandom, have you seen? A lot of fans of One Direction are becoming fans of us, and a lot of fans of Little Mix are becoming fans of you, because you two are together,” Perrie cooed, nudging her elbow into your side, “it’s amazing. Like, you two are the sole core of our fandoms being supportive towards both of us.”
“It’s kind of like Alex and you though,” Harry pointed out.
“How so?” Alex questioned, after taking a hearty sip from his beer, leaving a froth moustache behind on his upper lip.
“Alex, you’re a football star. In a pretty big league football club. And, Perrie is a big girl-group member in the music industry. Both are completely different career paths. A lot of your supporters are going to support Perrie because you support her,” your boyfriend smiled, his eyes focused on the second couple out of two sitting at the table, his dimple popping on his cheek, “you’ll be surprised at how many of your fans begin to support your partner. Despite the career paths you’ve both gone down. It’s a great feeling. It was so lovely to see the fans of One Direction accept (YN) because I was in a relationship with her. I mean, there were some who didn’t like it but hey. We got through that and now they pretty much love her as much as I do.”
You and Harry were nearing the 2-year mark of your relationship, and from the moment the both of you had announced your relationship 6-months in, controversy behind what the fans were thinking had started making it’s way around social media. Gaining attention for the two of you, which had taken a hit for the production company and gave the promotional team for both bands something to milk out for publicity, but in a way that was far from the true reason of you both getting together.
Some thought it was all publicity; the fans who hadn’t taken a liking to the relation didn’t hold back with the conclusions that had made where Harry was only taking part in this to benefit both his career and Little Mix. He had a solo career to lift off the ground, Little Mix had a tour. He had a movie to gain himself promotion for, Little Mix had future albums coming. And piecing all the events together, they had come to the reason that the both of you were being helpful towards the other and helping to boost their publicity and their ratings.
Some weren’t generally happy at the fact that Harry Styles was officially off the market; the baby of the band that the fans had grown up with was no longer the sweet 16-year old teenager who stayed a bachelor and had the general, off-guard and quiet hook-ups that made no entrance into the public eye. He was no longer single, he was no longer a possible option for a date, and he was no longer looking around for someone to settle down with.
He’d found the woman, for the time being in some eyes but for the rest of his life in his eyes, that he enjoyed spending time with and loved the company of, and, therefore he stopped looking for a source of happiness that would stay with him as he grew older.
But nearly 2-years on and all of those conspiracies that were made up over your relationship and all of the rumours that were posted to boost both bands’ publicity had been disregarded. Completely forgotten about as many focused on what was publically happening to the both of you, to the present date. The fan conspiracies of your relationship being built up and used negatively by the PR team had been thrown away when you announced in an interview that you and Harry were moving in together, and, the rumours about you both splitting up had been tossed to the side when Harry continuously posted Instagrams and replied to tweets more often about the two of you.
“And, it was really lovely to see the fans of Little Mix accept Harry because I was with him. They saw how much I really enjoyed being with him and how much I loved him and, really, that’s all your fans want. They want you to be happy which is the best thing about them. They love and support us so much, we love them so much, and it’s heartwarming to see that they love and support our partners,” you claimed, looking towards Harry and giving his knee a gentle squeeze, throwing him a warm smile as you continued, “it made me so happy when they started supporting everything that Harry did. During the movie he filmed last year, the Little Mix fans gave him so much love and expressed their excitement to seeing it in the cinemas later this year.”
“Bumped into a few of them too, didn’t I? Some of those who live in France found me walking the streets and they just took time to talk to me and wish me luck with everything.”
“Guys, guys. The awards are starting now. We’re up for our first nomination soon,” Leigh-Anne stated in a whisper with hope that she could hushed the table.
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“And the winner, of Best British Group is...”
The pause filling the arena atmosphere was almost suffocating.
Your hand was lodged into Harry’s, fingers laced between his with a tight grip that had his fingers turning white and your knuckles becoming prominent under the spotlights that hung around the seated area of the venue. You took a look across the table, seeing Perrie and Jesy sitting with fingers crossed and smiles on their faces and you took a side glance towards Jade and Leigh-Anne who were whispering to one another with hopeful looks on their faces. All five of you sitting with belly flutters and shaking limbs from the anticipation that built up.
Harry’s lips were pressed against your temple, your body shifting into comfortably into his side as you pushed your face into his neck.
“... The 1975!”
Your faces dropped from the hopeful looks that they sported, to the humble and congratulatory faces that you’d made sure were sincere enough, the arena erupting with claps and cheers of praise as Matty Healy lead the band up the steps and towards the podium that held their BRIT Award. The strangely sculpted but much desired award standing there in all it’s glory, awaiting the hands of the much-deserved winner to grab and hold it up in a grateful manner.
“Don’t worry about tha’ one, Superstar,” Harry whispered warmly, pulling you closer to his side in a comforting manner, his thumb rubbing your upper arm in a soothing way that had you purring and almost forgetting what had just happened. The feeling of his warm yet slightly calloused skin grazing your arm resulted in your eyes fluttering closed and a hefty sigh to puff from between your lipstick-coated lips, “still got two of your three award nominations coming up, haven’t you? You’re going to win at least one them, I know so. You’ve got some incredible fans who will make sure o’ that.”
“That’s the one we wanted to win the most, H. We spoke in the interviews on the carpet about winning that particular one,” you murmured gently, opening one eye to watch the boy band up on stage giving their speech about how thankful they were, sliding in the topic of politics before they shifted off of the stage and allowed the hosts to announce what the next award would be, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, The 1975 are incredible and they deserve it more than anything, but, it’s just a little hard to comprehend, I suppose.”
“Hey, that’s okay. It’s never easy for us to lose out on winning an award, either.”
“Is it okay though? I feel selfish,” you spoke guiltily, the pit of your stomach burning with the feeling of selfishness bubbling around, your tongue stinging with the slightly egocentric words that rolled off of your tongue without an inch of a caring thought, “I’m happy for them. I am. But, it would have been so lovely to win it as a group. Our first award to best Group. It would have been so good.”
“We all want something that we’re so close to having, Superstar. But, it’s okay,” he cooed warmly, “you’re still respecting them as winners. Some would throw hissy fits, you know? Storm up on stage and grab the award themselves. Or do something along the lines of what Joey did in Friends,” he teased, causing you to giggle breathlessly and look up towards him, “you girls are reserved and happy for everyone who goes home with an award tonight. That’s what makes you better in this situation.”
“Are you still proud of me? Like, I want you to be proud of me. Awards or nothing, I just, I want you to be proud of what we achieved.”
It was the one question he had been dreading to come from you that night.
He knew you’d have doubts because he knew that you had an inkling that he thought you were going to win the awards you’d been nominated for; despite him promising you, that no matter how many awards were under Little Mix’s name and no matter how many came home with you that night, he would always be proud of you and he’d always be incredibly pleased with just getting a nomination alongside your name. He’t told you countless times through the day, that no amount of awards would ever justify his pride of having you as his girlfriend and it would never determine how much love he held in his heart for you.
He knew that you’d painted a perfect picture in your mind of how proud he would be when he helped you carry the three BRIT Awards that you’d won over the course of the two hour show; you had it pictured in your mind that he’d show off to the world that his girlfriend had gone home with 3 out of 3 of her band’s awards. You had imagined Instagram posts and publicised tweets posted online and with easy-access to the public, as a polite thank-you for everything that they’d done to get his girlfriend and her band members to where they were right now. He knew you’d been picturing winning the awards more than you had been picturing losing out to the awards.
And it broke his heart to think that you didn’t quite understand just how filled his body was with pride.
“I’ll always be proud of you, love. Even if you don’t go home with an award tonight, I’ll still be so proud to call you my girlfriend,” he said with honesty, “you do so much collectively as a group and on your own and it’s so great to sit back during the hiatus and watch you take over the place me and the boys had in the industry. You’re excelling magnificently and I couldn’t be any happier watching you do something you love. You didn’t win the awards this year? So what. I don’t care about that. Because, deep down, I know for sure that you girls will win it in 2018.”
“God, I love you, Harry.”
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The moment Holly Willoughby and Fearne Cotton walked out on stage, the table that seated the five of you had fallen into a sudden silence, all eyes trained on the stage as the nominees flitted across the screen for the category Best British Single. You were two drinks down, sipping on your third as your eyes scanned the audience of the O2 arena, cheers and screams and applause filling the atmosphere as Little Mix came up on the screen, erupting a chuckle from Harry and a delighted squeal from the four girls that were sat around the table and holding onto the hands of their respected plus ones that had managed to squeeze around the tiny table. Plates towering and close to toppling over, the top ceramic dish holding left-overs of food that no one had picked at because the excitement bubbling around in your bellies had begun to take over.
“And the winner is...”
“Little Mix, Shout Out To My Ex!”
And, in that moment, the arena erupted into a loud and almost ear-piercing, delighted and excited cheer. Harry’s bellowing voice shouting out as he pumped a fist into the air and shouted a ‘come on!’ over the chaos that had begun to fill the venue.
“You are kiddin’ me? We did it! We won!” Perrie squealed in elation.
The five of you stood to your feet, mouths spread in wide grins and hands shaking in excitement as they tried to reach for a stable surface, the camera panning to your assigned table and doing it’s job in capturing the special moment that allowed those at home to see just how thrilling the moment was.
“Oh, my god, we did it, girls! We did it! We won!”
“Harry, we did it. Oh, my god. We won. We-”
Your sentence was cut short when you were given a passionate, loving, built-up, congratulatory kiss from your boyfriend. His rule of showing limited PDA at public events being thrown out the window as he showed you just how happy he was for you. His lips moulding perfectly with yours and tasting of the sweet champagne that the table had been consuming through the night, his tongue tasting of mint from his gum and leaving a delicious aftertaste in your mouth as you pulled away from him with a permanent grin settled on your features.
“I am so, so proud of you. So proud of you,” he murmured sweetly and only audible for your perked ears, “go up and get that award, Angel.”
And get the award is what you did.
Staggering behind the rest of the girls as they took gentle steps up the stairs leading to the centre stage, trying to catch up with their eagerness, a tear of happiness dribbled down your cheek as more and more began to build up behind your eyelids as you neared closer and closer to one of the awards that you could call your own. To one of the awards that would be stuck on a shelf, beside Harry’s, with your the name of your band etched into the plaque at the bottom. To one of the awards that would commemorate this moment in time for the rest of your life, holding a story that you would share to many in the future and showing that hard word paid off when it gave you something incredible in return.
“Oh, my gosh. Wow. I’m so sorry it took so long to get up here,” Perrie laughed, squawking out in amusement as you made your way behind them, giggling to her sound as you stood as a group.
“Thank you, very, very much for this,” Jade began, her fingers curling around the BRIT, “honestly, we didn’t know where to go because we didn’t think we were gon’a win this one. We were all just sittin’ around and chinwaggin’,” she laughed with the audience, “we’d just like to thank our team, the label, Sony, Syco, Simon, and these girls here. Because if it wasn’t for these four with me here, we wouldn’t be where we are now,” she gushed, giving a humble smile to the four of you who stood with her.
“Also, a massive cheers to our exes, for helpin’ us do an amazin’ song. This is for you, lads!” Jesy smirked.
“Except my ex, of course. I don’t have one. But, yeh know, I suppose I could dedicate this one to my current lad. I love you, Harry! Thank you for being so amazing to me and the girls throughout these years. We appreciate you a whole lot,” you bawled out, amusement laced with your words that contradicted the tear stains that ran down your cheeks.
“5 years together and we’re still goin’ strong. These girls are my best friends and we will continue to be. I love you girls so much. Thank you!” Leigh-Anne concluded, before the five of you were ushered away from the podium to allow the next award to take place.
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“Are you nervous? I feel nervous. I feel like one of us has one won this one,” you mumbled with a chew of your nails, your eyes darting around the stage area where Simon Cowell stood with the recent X Factor judge, Nicole, reading from the envelope that was tucked tightly in his grasp, “what do you think? Who do you think has won? One of us? Or someone else?”
“I want you to win. I do. You know I want you girls to win this one.”
“I’ll be happy either way, you know? Like, we’ve got one award from tonight. Our first one, no less. So you should get this one as a band. Collectively. You worked hard for that,” you admitted, “it was for your fans, too. This was a fan-voted category.I think they’ve done it for you this time.”
“You think so?”
“Your fan-base is extremely powerful, Handsome. I think they’ve done it for you this time around. They always pull it out of the bag on the night,” you reminded him, leaning up and pressing your lips against his cheek, “makes me kind’a jealous, m’not gon’a lie.”
“The winner of the Best British Video is...”
“”ere we go. Good luck, ladies.”
“Good luck, Handsome,” you whispered, gripping onto his hand with a vice-like hold, lacing your fingers between his before nudging his arm and looking towards him “I’m secretly praying that you boys win it, you know?”
And, as if on cue, you heard the one name you’d been desperate to hear as the winner.
“... One Direction.”
You shot up from your seat in no time, allowing Harry the chance to stand up and take in the commotion around him as people clapped him on the back and congratulated him, before you gave him a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek as the camera panned to his face, following his every graceful movement towards the stage. The faint sound of History filled the arena as he took steps up to the stage, drowned out by the screaming fans surrounding the perimeter of the venue, loud enough to leave a ringing in your ears but not quite as loud as you were used too when One Direction were on a stage.
“We’ve won this award so many times in the past but, every time the name gets called out, it’s still an incredible shock for us. This was fan voted for so it’s only right that I thank our incredible fans who had supported us right from the beginning. We won our first BRIT award in 2012 and it’s still amazing to this date when we win them on the night and that’s all thanks to you incredible people at home, outside the UK, and up there in the seats,” he pointed towards the seats in the upper curve of the O2 arena with the head of the BRIT, a smile on his face, “I know I don’t have enough time to thank everyone but Ben Winston and Gabe and the rest of the people who helped create the History music video, this goes out to you, too. Without your creativity, we wouldn’t have had such an incredible video to release in honour of us and as a gift to the fans,” he paused to catch his breath, setting the award flat on the podium as he looked around at the floor, “we won against some incredible talent tonight, and, we couldn’t be any more thankful. I was told earlier by my girlfriend that if we won then I’d be sleeping on the sofa tonight, but, we’re both going home with one tonight so I’m hoping that she’s taken that statement back,” he chuckled, the sound echoing around the arena as he looked down towards you and sent you a loving wink.
With a clasp of his hands and his signature gesture of bowing slighty, he concluded his tiny speech, “on behalf of the boys and myself, we thank you so much for this award. One Direction is who we are and who we will always be and we’ll see you very, very soon. Thank you.”
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YOURINSTAGRAM; My Handsome date for the BRITs isn’t quite ready just yet. And you all thought women took longer to get ready. ;) x
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littlemix; Shout Out To My Ex at the BRITs, 2017. Thank you for all you do for us!! We love you so much!!
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harrystyles; I think I found the one thing more amazing than performing. I’m so proud of you, Superstar. x
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Harry’s POV
“Our next guest recently dropped her latest album and is now conquering the charts and residing at number 1 in over 50 countries. Please welcome the one and only, Y/N Y/L/N!” Ellen introduced.
Y/N enters while waving her hands hello at the audience. The proudness that I was feeling cannot be explained... It just can’t. I feel like I’m about to explode Her fourth studio album, as well as my first solo album, both dropped in the same month and everyone could not get enough of it. She has been going around, promoting her album while mine was scheduled next week.
“Welcome to the show Y/N. How are you?” Ellen asked as soon as Y/N reaches the sofa.
“I’m really excited for this, Ellen. Been a while since I was on your show.” She said.
The interview consisted of them talking about the album and the writing process. She was asked about the title and why it became like that. It then led the conversation to a particular song that I know would capture Ellen’s attention.
“So, let’s talk about a certain song entitled “Your Love” shall we?” The look on Y/N’s face showed that she was prepared to answer this question. She nodded and Ellen proceeded with the interview.
“If you guys haven’t heard, the song is really beautifully written. The lyrics and the melody are just so soothing.” Ellen said. Y/N blushed and thanked her. “But all amazing songs must have an inspiration behind them, right?” The crowd cheered and Y/N blushed even harder.
“The lyrics go:
Deeper than oceans, as sweet as devotion, it's all I need
You pull me close and there's no way I can describe
What your love make me feel like, oh
Who’s the song about? I have no clues at all.” Ellen said, making the crowd laugh out loud.
“I don’t know? Curly haired maybe? Wears expensive Gucci suits? Has a really great style, or should we say Styles?” Ellen said, pushing our relationship into the conversation, making the crowd laugh.
“Yes, I’ll admit that he was the inspiration behind the song.” The studio was filled with ooh's, awww’s, and cheers.
“Could you tell us more about it?” Ellen said, exaggeration her changing her sitting position as to seem more interested in Y/N’s answer. This made Y/N laugh before answering the question.
“You know that feeling when someone has impacted your life so much that you write a song about them?” Y/N said, “Well, that’s how much Harry means to me. He has been there through the ups and downs of my career and the constant problems in our relationship. His love just makes me want to sing about it.”
By now tears have formed in my eyes. I never saw songwriting in that way. This just shows how much Y/N values her craft and how much she devotes her life to each song.
“We know that ‘Your Love’ isn’t just the only song written about him, correct?” Ellen asked.
“I’d be lying if I say that almost all of the songs that made the cut wasn’t about him.” Y/N said, making the entire studio go aww once more,
“Harry’s album, as well as the behind the album documentary for his album, also dropped this weekend,” Ellen stated, making a few audience member cheer out loud. “But we haven’t heard any news about songs written about you. What do you think about that?”
This made me freeze. I never thought of it like that. I continue watching to hear what Y/N has to say about it.,, hopefully, she hasn’t thought of it that way.
“Well, it is his album so I have no say on what he writes and what he sings about. With regards to writing songs about me, again it is his songs. I said a while ago that inspirations come from people who have made an impact on their lives. I don’t know, maybe I haven’t made a huge impact on his life yet. But you have to ask Harry about it.” She said, brushing off the question. Ellen simply nodded, taking the hint that the atmosphere in the studio became awkward.
“We’ll be back with Y/N performing her latest song, so stick around,” Ellen said, making the show go to commercial.
What does she mean by not making a huge impact on my life? In the entire three years of our relationship, she has never, not even once, not make an impact on my life. She has been there for me when the lads and I decided to push through with the hiatus. She was there when I was in a slump writing songs in Jamaica, and she was always there for the little things - good morning texts, breakfast in bed, etc.
It then came to my realization that I never, not even once, wrote a song about her. Why didn’t I write songs about her?
I was beating myself up when my notifications started to blow up.I logged in on Twitter to see a few fans talking about the interview.
@Y/Nfanacc1
WTH @Harry_Styles you wrote a song about Taylor Swift but you can’t write songs about your girlfriend of three years? #Y/Ndeservesbetter
@1Dfanacc12
@Harry_Styles wrote a song about Townes in Carolina but not @Y/NOfficial... weird #Y/Ndeservesbetter
@Y/Nfanacc2
I feel so disappointed with @Harry_Styles... @Y/NOfficial deserves better #Y/Ndeservesbetter
@HarryY/Nshipper23
#Y/NonEllen made a good point... is my ship sinking? #Y/Ndeservesbetter
By now my heart is breaking. I never saw it that way. I quickly called Y/N but it directed me to voicemail. I ended the call in frustration and quickly made my way to the studio to make this right.
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Harry’s POV
“Mate are you ok?” Mitch asked me, patting my back for support.
“I’ve got it,” I said, getting back to writing.
* a few hours later*
We finally finished at the studio with an amazing song for Y/N. I know that I didn’t need to, but I wanted to.
I got home and was met with Y/N watching Brooklyn 99 on Netflix, something she did whenever she needed some cheering up.
“Hey,” I said, catching her attention.
“Hi,” she said, standing up.
“H, I’m so sorry about my outburst a while ago-” she started but I quickly covered her lips with mine. She did not kiss back at first but did so after a few seconds.
“We’re good, yeah? All good.” I said, cupping her face in my hand. I don’t know what part of this gesture is cute, but Y/n always finds it cute whenever I do it.
“All good,” she said and kissed me once more.
** FAST TRACK to March 11 in Basel, Switzerland**
Y/N’s POV
“You nervous?” I asked Harry once more while helping him put on the Gucci suit he chose for tonight.
It was the first show on his tour and what kind of girlfriend would I be if I weren’t there to support him?
“Love, I’ve performed the exact same setlist a few times last year. I’ve got this,” he said, showing that smug smirk and wink making me roll my eyes.
“It really means a lot to me that you’re here. Even though you have to fly back to London after a few days.”
“Well, I have my own tour to finish so...” I said, aiming to kiss his cheek. Of course, his cheeky self could not settle for a smack in the cheek. He turned his head just in time for my lips to meet his, causing me to gasp.
“I love you so much,” he said, pulling me closer. Our lips were once again getting close to each other when a staff member suddenly barged in causing us to let go of each other.
“I’m so sorry for barging in but five minutes til showtime, Harry,” he said. I fixed his collar one last time before kissing him.
“Kill it out there, tiger.” and I left for the stands.
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And killing it, he did. He’s currently walking towards stage B where he’ll serenade the fans at the back and on the boxes.
“How are you guys up there, having fun?” He said, blowing a kiss and waving hello to those at the top.
“Tonight is a very special night because it’s the start of the tour and I’ll be going around singing songs that I’ve written to you guys, the fans who made all of this possible,” he said and the crowd, of course, screamed of joy.
“It is a special night because a few important people in my life are here. My mum and sister are here, show them some love,” he said, pointing to Anne and Gemma beside me. “Also, the lovely Y/N Y/L/N is here.” The screams in the arena are definitely deafening.
“She’s in the middle of her own tour as of the moment. I just sneakily kidnapped her. To all her fans, I’m so sorry I’ll bring her back after my tour.” he joked around.
“Speaking of Y/N, a few months ago I almost lost her. It terrified me to death and I could not stand the thought of it ever happening.” A few squeals and a few cheers came from the fans but the arena was quiet the majority of his speech.
What is he doing?
“Y/N is a really important part of my life and all these years that I’ve been with her, I’ve shown my love for her by cooking a mean delicious meal or as simple as a cuddle.” his speech is causing tears to form on my eyes. Anne looked at my direction and lightly hugged me on her side. “I have proven my love for her no doubt about that, but I’ve never done it through a song.”
This then made me freeze in my spot, looking up at him and him looking down on where I was currently standing.
“This song is not part of the album, so I’m pretty sure none of you knows this, but hopefully you guys enjoy it. Hopefully, Y/N likes it or else I’m just embarrassing myself here.” he chuckled and pushed his hair away from his face. “This is called Sweet Creature.”
And the chords began and he started singing.
The arena was dead quiet, maybe too busy admiring his sweet voice. The soothing melody matches the lyrics so well that I started crying after the first chorus. The lyrics are too personal and I can admit 100% that the song was about us.
“You bring me home.” the last lyric came out and the last chord was strung.
I was a complete emotional wreck now. Harry looked at me and saw Gemma hugging me.
I gave him a thumbs up and mouthed the words “I love you.” He smiled at me and fixed his hair once more before shouting “She liked it.” through the microphone. The concert went on and the last song finally ended.
I met Harry backstage and immediately hugged him crying.
“I told you. You didn’t have to write me a song. We’ve been through this.” I said, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
The Green-Eyed Monster Strikes Again (Harry Styles Imagine)
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Y/N’s POV
“C’mon babe, can I please not come?” I begged Harry for the nth time tonight.
“Love, don’t let me go to that boring event alone.” He said, giving me his infamous pouty face.
“Precisely! It’s boring!” I whined.
He was invited to this fancy dinner with the rest of the powerful businessmen in the United Kingdom. He was allowed to bring a plus one, and who was better to bring than his wife.
“Please don’t make me go,” I begged once more.
“Not even when I got you this beautiful dress to wear for the event??” He asked, bringing out a beautiful blue backless dress. It made my eyes go wide. I shook my head and cleared all possible doubts about my decision.
“No! You are not bribing me to go. Nope.. nuh-uh. No.” I said, my head and voice both shaking.
“But look at it, don’t want this beautiful dress to go to waste, right?”
This bastard’s tempting me.
“Ok! Fine! But we’re leaving early, you hear me, mister?”
“Your salon reservation’s in twenty minutes. Go get ready.”
“How sure were you that I was gonna give in to your tricks?”
“You’re my wife, you can’t resist me, your very manly and handsome husband.”
**
The salon transformed my monstrous face into this angelic beauty and was met with Harry in his beautifully tailored-suit.
“Love, you look so beautiful.” He said, giving me kiss on the cheek. This made me blush. Even after six years of being together - meaning endless compliments, it still made my heart flutter.
“Let’s go?” I nodded and made our way to the waiting vehicle by our driveway.
**
The party was elegant and sophisticated. It looked expensive, to say the least.
“H, I’m so scared to touch anything. I feel like I might break stuff.” I said, pointing at the expensive looking cutlery on the table.
“You’re with me, love. Break all the cutlery you want. They’ll be too scared to even ask us what happened.”
That was how powerful my husband was.
Before I was able to reply, an old man, looking almost like George Clooney, came to our table and caught Harry’s attention.
“Harold!” He called out.
“Mr. Parker, how are you doing this evening.” My husband said, standing up while shaking his hands. The two men continued talking when I noticed that my drink was empty.
“Um, excuse me. Hun, I’m just gonna go get us some more drinks.” I said, standing up and excusing myself.
Upon reaching the bar at the back of the venue, I ordered our usual drinks.
“One scotch on the rocks and one Sangria please,” I asked the bartender. He gave me a ‘yes ma’am’ and got right into work.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Mrs. Y/N Styles, wife of Harry Styles, the owner of Styles Corporation. So glad to see you here.” I heard someone say. I looked towards the direction of the voice and was met with none other than Liam Payne, owner of Payn Inc, and Harry’s number one rival in the business.
“Mr. Payne, it’s so nice to see you tonight. You’re looking quite ravishing.” I said, taking a sip of my ready-made drink.
I know how arrogant this man is and I know that Harry would not want to get into trouble with him tonight.
“How come such a beautiful woman is alone tonight?” He asked, ordering a drink for himself.
“The husband’s right there talking to someone. I’m just here to grab us a few drinks is all.” I said, wanting this conversation to end.
“You know, I can keep you company. Your husband seems too busy to keep an eye on such a treasure.” He said, getting closer to me.
Before I could answer, an arm grabbed my waist and pulled me against it.
“I believe that what you’re offering is already my job... but thanks for asking,” Harry said. taking his glass and drinking it.
“Styles,” Liam said, fixing his tie that seems to have tightened around his neck.
“Payne. Good to see you here tonight, but if you’ll excuse me. My wife and I have somewhere to be.” Harry said, taking me far away from the encounter. We went back to the table and upon reaching it, Harry handed me my clutch.
“Where are we going?” I asked him. He took one more gulp of his drink and took my hand. He pulled (more like dragged) my towards the exit where our car was waiting up front.
“Get in.” He said. I did as I was told and hopped in. He closed the door and got in the other side.
“What the hell was that about?” I asked.
“Why were you talking to that bastard? He was clearly hitting on you!” He said, or more like shouted.
“He just came to me and started talking to me. And then he-” before I could finish my sentence, his lips was on mine.
“You’re mine. Remember that.” He said, letting go of my lips and reconnecting them right after.
“But, the dress will go to waste. I wasn’t able to flaunt it enough.” I said, putting my hand on his chest to make him stop.
“That dress will look better on the floor.” He said and continued with what he was doing. I’m not stopping him this time.
He quickly found my sweet spot which caused me to moan at his aggressiveness and quickly started scrunching up his hair.
“You’re so hot when you’re jealous,” I said when his lips started to explore my neck. “The green-eyed monster’s got you again.”
We got home and let’s just say that the dress definitely looked better on the floor.
In Good Times and In Bad (Harry Styles Imagine Part 3)
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Y/N’s POV
It didn’t surprise me that Anne and Gemma already got themselves checked to be donors for Harry’s kidney donor. Like them, I underwent the several tests to see if I can donate and made my way out of clinic.
“That’d be all Y/N. I’ll just inform you and your in-laws if we ever find a match for you husband.” Dr. Sison said.
“Doctor, if I may ask, will it be possible that in the instance that I’ll be the match, everyone would never know that it was me who gave him the kidney?” I asked him.
I knew that if he found out that it was me who made the transplant possible, he’d owe his life to me and forget about the divorce.
Don’t take it the wrong way, I don’t want the divorce. Harry, on the other hand, already haas the idea in mind and I believe that he has his reasons as to why he wanted it. I don’t want him to force himself to loving me just because I technically saved his life.
I don’t want him to think that he still loves me just because he owes me his life.
“That’s totally possible, Y/N.”
**
It has been a week and still no news about the kidney compatibility.
I was on my way out of the house to go to the hospital when my phone suddenly rang.
“Hello?” I answered?
“Is this Mrs. Y/N Styles?” The person the other end answered.
“Speaking.” I said in an unsure tone.
“Mrs. Styles, this is Jona from Dr. Sison’s office. He wants to tell you that you are a match for your husband’s kidney transplant. If you can make your way to his clinic to talk about details, it’d be best.” She said.
I was stunned to know that I was a match. Who would’ve thought that we were meant to be in that sense. I thanked her and told her I’d stop by sometime today and hung up.
I left the house and made my way to Harry’s room with the donation in mind.
**
“Good morning, my wife.” Harry greeted me as soon as I entered.
There goes that nickname again...
It was only 7am and Harry’s hospital breakfast has just arrived. He held both his arms up and wiggled his fingers to lure me beside him. I laughed at his childish actions and came closer to his bed, gave him a hug and a kiss on the temple.
“Good morning, my hub. How are you? Slept well?” I asked, putting down my stuff inside the drawer and prepared the food that I cooked at home. Anne and I knew how he felt about hospital food and since then, we’ve been sneaking in food for him to eat while keeping the hospital food to make it look like he ate it. Of course, we make sure that the food prepared were equally healthy for him to eat.
“No.” He said, pouting and crossing his arms in front of him. “You weren’t here with me.” I laughed at his remark. For one, he was so adorable. And two, I knew that he slept around with Stacy, so his remark was technically invalid.
“Alright Mr. Pouty Face, go eat your breakfast.” I said, opening the last container which contained the cubed fruits he asked for. After eating, I quickly packed up breakfast and made my way beside him.
“Love, I’ll just get my results from my doctor upstairs.” I told him.
“What results?” He asked, shock and curiosity evident on his face.
“Just… blood test. Mom heard the news and told me to get myself checked as well. You know mom, health freak.” I lied.
“Oh ok. At least we’ll know earlier.” He said, kissing me on the cheek. “Hurry ok? I’ll miss you too much.”
“Will do.” I said and made my way to Dr. Sison’s office.
**
“Mrs. Styles! Great to see you today.” Dr. Sison welcomed as soon as he entered his clinic. “We have your results and, congratulations! You’re a match for your husband’s kidney donation.”
He was so cheerful that I thought he “wanted” me to immediately give my kidney to him.
“What about Anne and Gemma? Any news on theirs?” I asked curiously.
“Unfortunately with Mrs. Anne Twist, her age will not be suitable for the transplant because she wouldn’t be able to properly cope with the surgery and recovery even though she is a match. Ms. Gemma Styles, on the other hand, was not a match..” He said, looking down at his files to be sure.
“So I’m his only hope?” I asked.
“Not exactly, if we wait for the donors’ list to move, we can find another match for Mr. Styles’s kidney.” He said.
“No, no. It’ll be best if I was the one who will give it.” He nodded and told me the procedure that I’ll undergo - blood tests, sugar level maintenance, etc.
“And I will make sure that it’ll be anonymous.” He ended.
I told him my decision to tell Gemma about it so that i there were any concerns, he can talk to her.
Flashback
“WHAT?” Gemma said, more like shouted, as soon as I told her about Stacy.
“And she was the one who called for an ambulance that day?” I nodded. “That bitch led Harry here. I’ll show her-” She said, ready to burst out the door and attack Stacy, but I stopped her.
“I signed up to be Harry’s kidney donor.” I told her. “And it’d be best that Harry doesn’t know.”
“He has every right to know about your plans Y/N! Your life is literally in danger. Not all donations come to a success.” She said. I sighed and led her back to the sofa to calm her down.
“I can’t believe how lucky my brother is to have you as his wife. To think that he has been seeing a bitch behind your back, but you’re still willing to risk your life for him.” She said.
“I love him, Gem. I can’t just sit back and watch him die like that. I know that he loved me at some point. He gave me a wonderful daughter and you guys. That’s enough for me.”
“Thank you, doctor.” I said. I shook his hand and exited his clinic.
That same day, around noon, Dr. Sison delivered the news that they found a match for his donation. Everyone was utterly happy, except Gemma. The look she gave me showed that she knew it was me. I don’t understand the confused state that she was on.
He is my husband. The least I can do is try my best to save him.
“The donation can be done as soon as the donor is given the go signal with his blood tests, tissue typings, and cross-matchings which will roughly be around sometime next week.” Dr. Sison explained.
The smile on Harry’s face was priceless. It was a mix of relief and eagerness. His grip on my hand got a little tighter as the news was delivered. I couldn’t stop the smile creeping on my face.
“Can I meet the donor? To thank him?” Harry asked and I stiffened. My eyes got wider and Dr. Sison smiled at me calmly and answered.
“I’m afraid the donor wants his identity to be anonymous. But I can pass the message if you’d like.” Dr. Sison answered smoothly. Harry looked defeated and told him to pass his gratitude.
“We respect that.” Anne answered. “We’ll just send a fruit basket and some flowers on the day of the surgery.”
“And tell him we’re willing to give him anything he needed in return.” Harry followed.
“That can be arranged.“ Dr. Sison said. We all thanked him as he left the hospital room. Everyone sighed in relief and congratulated Harry.
Everyone was happy.
I am happy.
**
It has been a week and the day of the operation finally came.
I lied to Harry the day before that I had an urgent meeting to attend to today so I couldn’t make it to the hospital. I told him that I asked Gemma to update me and that I’d be there as soon as I can.
My mom also flew in knowing about my, as she calls it, “act of heroism.” I told her everything that Gemma knows which angered her at some point. But since she had undergone the same situation with my dad (yes, my dad once had a ‘side chick’) she knew where I was coming from, saying “He is your husband. You married him because you love him and you made a vow that you’d be there ‘in good times and in bad.”
I got a private room a hallway away from Harry’s and wore the hospital gown. The nurses came in and connected me to my IV. It was 6:30am.
“Mrs. Styles, the surgery will start at 8:00am. Mr. Styles is already prepping and we are ready to prep you as well.” Jona, Dr. Sison’s assistant nurse said.
The time went by so fast. Before I knew it, it was already 7:45am.
“Are you sure about this?” My mom asked me one last time.
“Of course mom. I have no doubts in my body.” I answered as soon as Gemma came into my room. She greeted my mom and came beside my bed.
“Harry’s already under the meds.” She reported.
And with that, the meds came to action and I was unconscious.
**
Harry’s POV
All I could hear was the soft volume of the television. My eyes were still feeling heavy but it was lighter than earlier to the point that I can already open it.
Big mistake.
The light was too bright, which caused me to close them again.
“Harry?” I heard my name being called. I opened my eyes again, but this time slower, and found my mom and Gemma looking at me eagerly.
“Thank goodness you’re awake!” my mom said, hugging me. I smiled and returned her affection. “We were so worried that the kidney will not be compatible to your body. The doctor said your body will have a hard time to wake up if it didn’t.”
I looked around the room and found Y/N’s mother by the door.
“Mama Y/L/N! I didn’t know you flew in.” I said. Flashbacks of when I first met Y/N’s mom came to mind which made me smile, but realization hit and a frown replaced the smile.
“Where’s Y/N?” I asked, doing a double check around the room searching for my wife.
“She’s still at work.” Y/N’s mom answered. “That’s why she asked me to look after you first.”
I was about to answer when the door burst open quite loudly.
“Mrs. Y/L/N, Ms. Styles, Dr. Sison needs a word with you.” The nurse said.
“What’s happening?” My mom asked. I was also in confusion with what was happening. Gemma said that she’d explain everything later and followed the nurse, along with Y/M/N.
A lot of commotion was happening outside which made my heart race.
What if there was something wrong with the transplant?
What if they gave me the wrong kidney?
These thoughts came to mind but was disturbed by Y/M/N’s loud cries. My mom have had enough and went out to see what the commotion was all about. It then took another few minutes before Gemma came in with mom holding Y/M/N’s in her arms.
“Gem, what’s happening?” I asked her, but she didn’t answer. “Y/M/N? Mom? What happened?”
No one answered once more.
“What the actual fuck is happening?!” I asked again, but this time in a louder and stricter way.
I deserve to know what the hell was happening right now. It involves me and my body and even though it may be bad news about my upcoming death, then so be it.
Y/N was all Gemma said.
“What about Y/N?” I asked nervously. All I got were sobs and a few snort.
“Tell me! What happened to Y/N?!”
“She was the one who donated your kidney!” Gemma answered in a shouting manner. She paused and wiped the tears streaming down her face. “Her body’s not functioning well without the donated kidney. The- they are forced to put her in temporary comatose to help her body regain strength on its own. They don’t know when she’ll wake up.”
