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[mishoarts]

COULD Y'ALL PLEASE SLOW DOWN THE RATE

HOW THE F#ÇK CAN WRITE THIS FAST??

I'VE ALREADY SEEN LIKE 20 FICS IN LESS THAN A WEEK

AND NOW THERE IS A WAR???!

(I'm trying to keep up with the sbg tag but if you keep posting alot at once I won't be able to read them)

YOU STILL GOT TWO OTHER WEEKS SAVE SOME FICS FOR LATER💀

Please don't go crazy don't let the long pause end you

[vallentinerry]

Only Angel

WARNING: hair pulling, daddy kink, sugardaddy!h, I FIND THIS REALLY CRINGEY FOR SOME REASON 

Where Y/N visits sugardaddy!h at work and decides to have a spontaneous date with him. 

wordcount: 2k+

[masterlist]

You pushed open the doors as wind gusts your face, your hair flying around. You are currently in your first year of Med School and you already feel the stress of it. You suddenly hear the chime of your phone, scrambling through your bag to look at the phone.

                                      Mr. Styles

Ed is coming to get you

I need you right now.

Harry Styles is the CEO of Styles Enterprise and he's been a family friend ever since you were born. When your parents found out that Harry was a CEO they immediately wanted the both of you to get married.

Your parents always took control over you even now that you're an adult. They pressured you to go into Med School and from a young age already told you the importance of marrying rich. You knew you had to marry rich since you have to provide for your family, and after the night you and Harry fucked at his office he told you that he wouldn't mind for you being his sugar baby.

It's been a year now and despite the fact that Harry was and still is a major asshole, the thought of you being his only sugar baby made you feel important as fucked up as that is.

"Ms Y/L/N!" You hear Harry's driver, Ed honk at you, making you run toward the car.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N." He made eye contact with you at the rear view mirror in which you smile at him.

"Hi Ed, how are you?" Ed was the only person that knew what's going on between you and Harry. Sure some people in his office were suspicious, but they thought its all a conspiracy. Somehow the idea of the big, scary Mr. Styles having a life outside of work was unbelievable. Could you really blame them though?

"I'm fucking hammered, Harry had a lot of meeting today and he's just been all over the place." Ed was Harry's most trusted employee, and you see why.

"Are we going to his office right now?"

"Yes actually. It seems like whenever he's stressed the only sentence he can get out is, 'Get Y/N here.'." He teases while you laugh.

As unlikely as it seems, you and Harry actually bonded and your "relationship" wasn't just full of sex. So when he is stressed all he really wants to do is have someone hug him while he does work. Till this day you laugh at how much of a cuddler Harry is and that annoys him even more.

"Were here. Goodluck about him, y/n!" He waves at you and you smile at him waving back.

You clutched your books to your chest, as more people filled up the elevator. You had quite alot of things in your hands as final seasons are next week, you could imagine how ridiculous you look right now.

"Do you need help?" A man with blue eyes and blonde hair smiles charmingly at you while your eyes widened.

You didn't like it when men talked to you because most of them made you feel uncomfortable, and Harry was a jealous person so he didn't appreciate it either. "No, thank you."

"Oh come on, I'll guide you to your office. What'd you say?" He winks at you and you back up in the corner.

You didn't know why but you just get a feeling of people, which is probably why you act differently towards each people. "No, it's fine."

He rolled his eyes, ignoring your request and grabbing the books from your grasp, his hands brushing over your clothed chest. Your skin crawled but he didn't seem to mind as he stood next to you, his arms brushing over your hip.

You eventually reached Harry's floor which is the top, "Why are we at Mr. Styles' floor?" He asks putting his hands on your lower back.

You pried his hands from you, but he didn't seem to budge and only gripped you tighter. "Um.. I'm his assistant..?"

"That's in—"

"Liam where the fuck is y/n—" Harry shouts storming out the door with a bang. He stops in his tracks when he saw you exiting the elevator.

"Harry." you whisper, when you saw his eyes focus on the hand at your lower back, almost touching your butt.

"Get out." Harry rasps and your heart drops. You take the books from the unnamed man's hands as you scurry to the elevator.

"No. Not you y/n, Liam get her bag and books, she might fucking break her back from how heavy that shit is." Liam nods walking towards you as Harry snaps his attention to the man. "You with the mayonnaise hair, get out."

He only furrows his eyebrows, "Wha—"

"Get. Out." Harry fumes while he nods, squeezing your shoulder in goodbye.

You saw Harry take a deep inhale at the action, his knuckles turning white from the tight fist. You thanked God that it was only Liam and Louis— his actual assistants— that has their office up here.

Harry storms back to his office, you mouthed thank you at Liam and he gave you thumbs up as you followed Harry to his office.

You closed the door behind you, as you saw him chugging a beer bottle. You walked closer to him seeing his usual "bitch" face.

You cupped his face, brushing your thumb on his prominent cheekbone. "Breathe H." you told him softly. He looked at you dead in eye following your instructions, breathing in and out.

Your other hand took the beer bottle from him gently. "Why was he touching you?"

"I... I don't know. I tried to take his hand away but he didn't... want to." You explained. You learned that whenever you and Harry are having a misunderstanding, you should try to talk to him softly. As "tough and asshole-y" Harry is, he's the type of person that would cry whenever you would just so much raise your voice at him.

"Did he hurt you?" You shook your head no.

"Did he make you uncomfortable?"

"Everyone makes me uncomfortable H."

"I didn't ask that, y/n. Did he make you uncomfortable?" you nodded your head.

"Fucks sake. What is it with people these days." He shimmied put of your embrace grabbing the telephone.

"Liam, I don't want to see the 'Ken' looking bastard at my company again..... I don't care, get him the fuck out." he inhales sharply plopping down at his leather couch.

You felt awkward at the middle of the room and he seemed to notice so he gave you a tiny smile, "Come here."

You beamed at him plopping down next to him. You didn't get the chance to sit though as he grabbed your waist setting you down on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he hugged your waist to him burying his face at the curve if your throat.

"I'm sorry I shouted." He whispered at you pressing feather-like kissed on your throat.

"I'm sorry I let him touch me."

"It's not you fault he's a dickhead, baby."

"Is he a bigger dickhead than you though?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"Hm no, I'm a godly level of dickhead-ness."

"Maybe I should go after him, I think dickhead men are my type."

"Is that so, baby?"

"Mhm... I'm sure my daddy wouldn't mind."

"If your daddy promised to take you out to McDonald's would he win you back?"

"Oh 100%! Have you seen how hot Ronaldo McDonaldo is?!" You watched as he threw his head back the room filled with his joyous cackled.

"Definitely big dick energy huh baby?"

"Duh! We already discussed about this daddy." You rolled your eyes at him but immediately regretted it when you felt a harsh pinch in your ass.

"What did Daddy tell you about rolling your eyes hm?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I'm sure you will be baby. Get up." He commanded while you obeyed.

AN: IDK if you consider this as smut but just wanted to remind you that there's spankings and hair pulling here so <33

He tugged your hand to his desk, immediately turning you over on his desk. He brought down the band of your scrubs pants, kneading your ass cheeks a little before smacking it with his bare hands.

"Count baby." He whispered to your ear, biting the earlobe.

"Fuck, One!" the brutal sensation of his large hands hitting your ass was far more enjoyable that one could imagine.

"Five daddy! Five!" this time he started sucking on the side of your neck, tounge dipping out to lick the bruise he formed.

"God." You threw your head back when you felt Harry start to rub circles on your clothed pussy.

"I said count y/n." He growled pulling your head back. You swear you could've had an orgasm right there.

"Eight! Daddy please please please..." you chanted.

"Such a whore for me, aren't you sweetheart?" He tugged on your hair more.

"Yes daddy." You moaned feeling his finger repeatedly pump in and out of you.

"Last number darling."

"Oh my god! 10!" Your eyes closed as you saw stars and your thoughts getting clouded by nothing but Harry.

He turned you around, sitting you on his desk while he fixed your hair and wiped the tears on your eyes giving you a tiny kiss on the side of your head.

"Now come cuddle daddy  like the good girl you are." He pulled your arm to his now seated self.

You nodded and collapsed on top of him wrapping your arms around his neck and waist while you slept peacefully on his shoulder.

~

That afternoon, you woke up to the typing of keys and the steady breathing of him.

He eventually got Liam to put your things on his desk so while he was doing his calls, you were sitting on his lap back to his chest and at the verge of having a mental breakdown about the final exam.

~

It was midnight when Harry finally finished work, and as promised you and Harry are going shopping but in usual Harry style he had to request his friend Zayn—the store owner—to rent the whole ass mall for the both of you since it was now midnight and no malls would've been available.

When he first did that you absolutely absurd—it still is—but now that you're used to it since it was fun making out in every corner without the fear of being caught.

"Bye Liam! Bye Louis!" You waved bye at them as Harry only nodded goodbye at them.

"Byeeee see you soon!" Liam shouts after you.

"Good luck with that beast!" Louis then shouts only making Harry roll his eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes?" You smirked at him when you were at the elevator.

"Maybe." He shrugged.

"Maybe you deserve the spankings."

"It'd be a pleasure to get slapped by you." He murmured at you making you kick his feet while he crackles loudly.

You and Harry are now running around the mall like a bunch of animals out of their cage while Ed is trailing behind you carrying the shopping bags.

"H! You should try these clothes on! Come on." You clasped your hand with him tugging him to the other wing of Gucci.

Harry was being a pretentious motherfucker and didn't want to go to any other store that's not Gucci so you had to make do of the outfits in Gucci.

You showed him the suit, putting it over his crisp suit. "This would look good for your meeting tomorrow!" You exclaim at him.

"Don't you think it's a little too...shiny baby?"

"What's wrong with being shiny?"

"Well not every one has a good fashion taste like you." He says using his pointer finger to pinch your chin. You only blush kissing his cheek.

"Stop flattering me and just try this on mister." You playfully scold.

"Oohhh is this Ms. Y/N being a dominant?"

"No, this is Ms. Y/N telling you to expand your wardrobe so please."

After finally, being done with the shopping of Harry's endless collection of suits. Harry urged you to go to the VS store even thought your feet were killing you, you still obeyed.

"Don't pout at me baby, I've been waiting for this the whole day." He pecked your puckered lips, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your hair. "Now come on pretty girl."

It's now 2:30 am and after modelling a ridiculous amount of lingerie to Harry the both of you decided that it was time to go home.

You placed your feet on top of Harry's lap as you laid your head on his shoulder then wrapping your arms around his waist. "Thank you for today daddy."

"Hm... You're welcome baby." He kissed your temple, "Do you want to go to yours or my house?"

"I like your bed better." You say nuzzling closer to him.

"Do you want me to buy you the same comforter darling?"

"No thank you. I wouldn't use it that much anyways I always sleep at yours."

"I know, now go to bed angel."

"Thank you again daddy." that was the only conversation exchanged between you have finally slept.

Though you swear you heard Harry say, "My only angel."

[applecakeandchainsaw]

My queue is going to do something glorious tomorrow, and it was completely by accident. I'll allow you all to wait in agonizing anticipation until 9pm.

[vallentinerry]

Walked Out

WARNING: i really hate this like i think it’s so bad but everyone in wattpad really liked it so here you go!

Where Y/N walks out of Harry in the middle of a fight. 

wordcount: 888 words

[masterlist]

"Harry stop being a jealous son of a bitch!" You screamed.

"Why the fuck are you blind y/n! He was giving you flowers then fucking ordering you food! I have every right to be jealous."

"Oh my god! Girls do that to you too but I don't act like a bastard."

"THOSE GIRLS ARE 8 YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME!"

"THE BOY IS 4 YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME! FUCK YOU!"

"Fuck you too, and don't even act like you didn't like the attention he gave you. " He huffed.

"You know what maybe if you have me attention and affection for the past weeks we wouldn't get where we are right now!"

"Yeah well breaking news my world doesn't revolve around you." He spat and you felt your heart shatter. He gathered his coat and shoes putting it on himself.

"No. You always pull this shit and leave then you bring it up and we're fighting again." You sternly say making him pause at his doings.

"I'm so tired and you being so difficult is just a cherry on top." he confessed.

"Well if I'm so difficult break up with me then!" You challenged but immediately regretted it.

His mouth snapped shut and with one last look he walked out of your home.

As soon as he left you fell at the floor hugging your knees. You knew the guy liked you so you took it as an advantage to make Harry jealous.

Ever since he came back from tour he wouldn't give you attention or affection so you thought that making him jealous was the only way to get a reaction from him. And as much as you hate to admit it you are insecure that he had found someone better for him, better than you.

After crying for a solid 10 minutes you got up from the floor and wiped the tears off your face.

You headed at the master bedroom and started packing all of your belongings.

You're not dumb, you had it figured that he wouldn't want to see you. You knew that your relationship with Harry has been rocky and its just not the same anymore.

The butterflies are gone the smiles are non existent and the fire was probably wandering around at Narnia.

You left all the things he bought for you, then called your friend to ask if you can stay there while you book for a flight and rolled your suitcase out the door.

You stopped at Mitch and Sarah's house to give him your keys so that he could give it to Harry.

~

A day haven't even passed yet when Y/F/N phone started ringing.

"WHAT?! Yes she's with me— okay okay were coming. "

She ended the phone call and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked with ice cream in my mouth.

"We've got to go." She said with uneven breathing.

"What—why?"

"Well your fucking idiotic boyfriend apparently has called the god damn cops and started a whole ass research in your neighborhood." She explains.

"What— I told Mitch I left." You muttered.

"Well in his exact words, 'That's bullshit she wouldn't do that now get out of the fucking way Mitchell.' " She mocks with a British accent.

"Stupid stupid stupid." You chanted to yourself.

"Exactly now let's go he's literally going to fucking search at his neighbours homes." She grabbed your wrist and led you to your once home.

~

You made your way through the crowd of police officers to see Harry in front of the police with tear stained cheeks and Mitch arguing with Harry.

You stood at the middle of the living room when Harry finally made eye contact with you.

He pushed Mitch out of the way and ran towards you.

He grasped your shoulder blades and started looking over your face.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He said scanning your body for any signs of injuries.

"Uh yeah.. Are you okay? You look like hell." You truthfully said. His eyes were read and puffy his eyes were so green and he was shaking frantically.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry you're right I shouldn't have been so jealous. I was lying my world does revolve around you you're the best thing that has happened to me please don't leave me. I'm sorry please forgive me." He sobbed hugging you and clawed at your shirt.

"Hey.. Shhh I'm okay, you'll be okay, we’ll be alright." You rubbed his back as he hiccupped at the crook of your neck.

Your eyes found the police officers and you gave them thumbs up mouthing 'I'm okay, sorry.' and he nodded.

"Bubba..." you whispered as Harry started sobbing harder.

"H, let's go to the bedroom." you softly said pulling yourself from Harry but he refused and clutched you to his chest.

You walked to your shared room with Harry hugging you still but you didn't mind.

You and Harry plopped down the bed while you scooped him and he entwined his fingers with yours.

You used your free hand to comb through his curls and kissed his forehead.

The both of you fell into deep slumber after that leaving the solving of problems for the next day.

[vallentinerry]

Fights

Where Y/N is tired of cleaning after famous!h

wordcount: 1k+

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“For fucks sake." you mumble to yourself picking up another one of Harry's clothing at the floor.

You have been cleaning the house the entire day and Harry slept the entire afternoon then when he woke up he brought food to your room and played FIFA.

You didn't have problems with Harry enjoying himself since he just got home from tour, but this has been going on for a week and you were tired.

You entered the kitchen seeing more of Harry's dishes on the island.

"Harry! Get down here you fucking twat." You screamed.

"Y/n what? I can't just leave my game." He huffed.

"Wash your dishes and pick your clothes from the fucking floor." you said sternly.

"Can you not today? I'm so tired—"

"Tired of what Harry! All you have done is go up to that god damn room and play your games does that make you tired?"

"That's not the only thing I do Y/n! It's not like you would understand how tiring touring for 2 months is y/n. And I'm tired of you acting like my mother scolding me every chance you get." He complained.

"THAT'S THE THING HARRY IM NOT YOUR MOTHER! I'm your god damn girlfriend and it's not my responsibility to fix your shit."

"YOU'RE JUST CLEANING ITS NOT THAT HARD Y/N!"

"If it's not then you do it on your own!"

"I'm done with this shit. Just do the dishes I will sleep on the guest room." He says.

"No, I'm not gonna do your dishes! It's not my job Harry."

"Well what the fuck is your job then?" He spat with rage in his eyes.

You stood there breathing heavily.

You always felt bad that you worked at a flower shop because you were finishing uni still. You didn't come from a financially stable family either so you were struggling with supporting yourself.

"You know what fuck you Harry. Atleast I'm finishing my studies and actually taking Law not just because it makes me look smart." You huffed.

You knew the water works were gonna fall soon so you grabbed your purse with your money and phone, put on your sandals and ran out the door.

It all happened so fast that Harry didn't even realize you stormed out.

The next thing he knows tears were leaking from his eyes and his hands were shaking.

He sprinted towards the door to the stairs and searched for you without shoes.

It has been an hour and you were nowhere to be found.

Harry had called all of your friends then you then did it all again.

He sat at the couch silently crying with his arms wrapped around his knees.

"This is all my fault. If I just—just fucking helped her maybe she'd still be here. M-maybe is I was nicer to her she'd still love me." He said choking out a sob.

~

You woke up in Niall's bedroom with a massive headache.

You were so upset yesterday that you called the person that you were most closed with in Harry's friend group. You knew if you stayed with your friends he'd find you easily.

You grabbed your phone, unlocking it.

78 missed calls and 140 messages from 4 nippled toad 3 missed calls from white boy with a Li. 2 missed calls from white boy with a L. 2 missed calls from y/b

You sighed rubbing your eyes. You got out of bed to the living room to see Niall sprawled at the couch.

"Niall! Niall! Open up! Please!" You hear the familiar voice banging the door.

In panic you stood there.

"What the fuck?" you heard a grumble next to you.

Niall peeped through the peep hole seeing Harry. He turned back to you with raised eyebrows you quickly shook your head.

"You have to talk to him eventually." He whispers.

"Niall!" Harry said still banging on the door.

"I know I know. I'm not yet ready. Please Niall." You begged.

"How the fuck am I involved in this drama. Fucking hell." He mumbled to himself.

He urged you to hide in the closet next to the door and you obeyed.

"What do you want?" Niall said swinging

“Is—is Y/n here?" He stuttered.

"What? No." He said closing the door when Harry pushed it open.

"Do you know where she is?" he asked eyes puffy.

"No Harry, go home." Niall says.

"Why are you being mean today?" Harry questioned.

"Because it's 8 in the morning Harry."

"I know—" His eyes darted from Niall's eyes to the familiar purse on the kitchen Island.

Niall noticed and followed his gaze feeling fucked.

"Whose is that?" he said nodding to the purse and y/n cursed at herself.

"What? None of your business. Go home Harry." Niall said pushing the door close but Harry wasn't giving up.

"Niall." He said voice getting deeper.

"My uhh mum's." Niall says.

"Great. 'My mums' you fucking idiot." you mumble to yourself.

"I don't like it when you lie Niall." Harry said pushing the door open and letting himself in.

"Ha—Harry!" Niall said when Harry started looking through his apartment.

"Y/n!" Harry shouted opening all doors.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." you say to yourself hiding deeper to the closet.

Harry then opened the closet door first seeing nothing then seeing a pair of legs.

He grabbed your left thigh making you squeal and you stumble out the closet.

"Y/n. I—" He looked at your clothing seeing Niall's boxer and shirt on you.

You looked at what he was looking and you knew what he was thinking.

"Harry please leave." You said softly.

"Did you sleep with him?" He asked ignoring your plead.

"What? It doesn't concern you anymore Harry." you said.

"Yes it does! I'm your boyfriend."

"Not anymore."

"What do you mean." he says his heart dropping.

"Uh—lads I'm still here." Niall muttered still at the doorway.

The both of you snapped your heads towards him and he smiled, waving awkwardly.

"Niall. Leave." Harry spat.

"This is my apa—" Niall gut cut off by Harry pushing him out and slamming the door closed.

"Harry! You can't do th—"

"This is not about him y/n! This is about you and me. Did you sleep with him?"

"No Harry! How low do you think I am."

"And what do you mean 'not anymore'?" He argued.

"Harry. I just—you're right. I can't keep up with your lifestyle I can't keep waiting for you to get back. I'm so tired." You admitted.

"I'll bring you on tour with me! I'll do the dishes I won't make you clean anymore— I'll be better just please don't leave me."

"Harry." You sighed.

"Don't do that tone." He chuckled nervously.

"You bringing me on tour will be too expensive Harry. I have to go to school too Harry. Don't you think I have burdened you enough?"

"No!"

"But I do Harry. If I depend on you what you said yesterday will be worse—"

"Im sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I was mad and frustrated and I say stupid shit please don't listen to that." He says stepping closer to grip your shoulders.

"Harry. You have your whole entire life ahead of you I do too. You'll be all right without me."

"Stop saying this shit! You don't know half of the things I feel. You make me so happy y/n please don't give up."

"Ha—"

"You will not fucking leave okay? Zayn left me you won't be the next one too. I'm sorry for all the shit I promise I will treat you the way you deserve to be. Just give me one chance. Just one more."

"I don't know—"

"Please." He said as the tears escaped his eyes.

"Don't cry." You whispered.

"I'm not." He said sobbing.

Your heart ached seeing him like this. The last time you saw him crying this bad was when Zayn left the band.

You hugged his chest and his immediately nuzzled his face at the crook of your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your armpits.

"Okay." You said. Words mumbled by his shirt.

"What?" He lifted his face from your neck looking at your eyes.

"Okay Harry, let's try again." You said touching his face while he leaned against it.

"Really?" He softly says.

"Yeah." You booped his nose.

"Thank you." He giggled hugging you again.

"Oi! Love birds I need to piss!" Niall shouted from outside.

"Oh shit sorry mate!" Harry says rushing over to the door while you laughed.

[vallentinerry]

Favorite Crime

Where Y/N sees what mafia!H does.

wordcount: 2k+

[masterlist]

Your hands reach for the right side of the bed, expecting your boyfriend's body to be at bay but met with a cold air. Your lips set with a deep frown, feeling upset about not being able to cuddle with Harry at this needy state. You sat up, no longer feeling tired whatsoever, and went down to the living room.

Your eyebrows furrow when you didn't see him there either, no note, no clothes no nothing. You were startled with a loud piercing scream of pain making your eyes widen. You rushed down the stairs, heart thumping and busting open the door.

You saw Harry with his feet on a man's throat, a gun pressed on the side of the man's head and knives stabbed at his abdomen, hands, feet, thighs, crotch with "HS" graved on the knife. Your mouth runs dry, turning agape. You didn't even notice the way you were heavily breathing, knuckles turning white and body shaking.

Harry finally noticing your trembling body at the door, he felt his heart drop face paling. He moved away from the from the body, dropping the gun. He heard his men pinning the man back down, as he command "Finish him." never leaving his eyes on you.

He gulped as horrid thoughts enter his mind, "What if she doesn't want me anymore?" "What if she leaves me?" "What if she finally thinks I'm a disgusting human being and she deserved better. " the truth was, he always knew you deserved better, that he never deserved you and he felt like the biggest asshole because he could never be the man you deserve.

He strutted towards you, as his shaking hand grabbed yours tugging you away from the horrifying scene.

You suddenly felt nervous, Harry was never this quiet with you. Your hands were still entangled with each other, as he guide you to his car. You are still shaken up with what you saw but you were more concerned with Harry. He drove with one hand on the heel and the other at you seat as he was backing up.

You felt sad that he didn't leave his hand on the center counsel for you to hold, you knew he loved that and you did too. "Are you okay?" you finally ask after rehearsing it a thousand times.

"Am I okay?" he repeated, he laughed humorlessly at the question. "Am I okay, she says. Y/N you fucking saw how cruel i am, how disgusting and ruthless i am! I ruined your life because you chose me over your family and friends. I ruined your life by existing y/n, and its not fair that i get to have someone like you while you deal with shit like that!"

He remembered that day like it was yesterday, you didn't want to keep him a secret anymore so you decided to bring him to your hometown. Your parent's wasn't pleased with the tattoos and the almost permanent frown on his face. You knew that he tried so hard to smile, being polite hell he even baked them a cake.

The words they spat at him was fresh on his mind, "Y/N where did we go wrong? There are so many men to choose from, I thought you were gonna marry that Spencer guy even! How did you go from Spencer to someone like him, he is a lowlife y/n. Look at him! He looks like the devil's child. "

"What is wrong with you! I never liked Spencer, why can't you just accept him? He is a much better person than the both of you, if you base your approval by his looks. Why can't you just let me be happy?" you sobbed. God, that sound was enough to make him want to commit a crime on your parents.

"Fine. You love this man? Then choose, y/n. Him or us. Your family who has supported and took care of you, for years y/n! Years. Who loved you unconditionally and fed you and bought you so much expensive materials, of which I am sure he will never do to you. "

He watched as you gulped and more tears streamed your eyes. He has never hated himself than now. He wished he was selfless enough to tell you, "You belong with them, y/n. I don't need you anymore." but that was all lies. He needed you so much, he never felt the need to have the assurance of "do you still love me?" because he didn't need their love. But he needed yours.

"I choose him." you whispered and Harry felt the urge to release a whimper.

"Well then. From now on, you are no longer part of this family, don't come to us when this bastard got what he wanted from you and throws you away, like trash because that's what you are. Take your sickening cake with you too, a bunch of darn losers." Your mum said throwing the cake Harry spent 5 hours perfecting at your feet.

"You fucking bitc-" It was the last straw for you. You saw Harry researching about how to make a cake, he took fucking notes about it. He then spent all day making it for your bitch of a parents for them to only do that. Harry fucking cried his heart out earlier out of frustration for not perfecting the damn cake. You had to comfort him, for an hour, a fucking hour for them to do this.

"Let it go please. Its okay." His shaky voice whispered at your ear.

"Why do you always feel the need to bring yourself down, huh? Why! Why cant you accept that I chose you and I always will, Harry. It isn't you decision to make what is fair and what isn't in my life. I am sick and tired of you thinking you're not good enough for me because you are, you're more than what I could ask for Harry." you breathe out as Harry stops the car at the side of the road.

"It took me 3 years, Harry, 3 fucking years to call you mine. Everyday I wake up and its the same ol' shit, H. It always rained and I thought 'Maybe one day the sun will shine.' you are the sun Harry, and if you never existed I wouldn't either. When will you understand that you make me happy the way no one does? You saved me mentally, physically, emotionally and in ways I cant explain...so yeah. No matter how much you wish I followed my parents that night, I don't regret ever choosing you. Cause I know I will always choose you over and over again."

At the end of your confession, you were breathless and unwelcomed sobs are coming out of your mouth. Harry looked at you with distress as he felt the need to drown himself for making you cry this hard.

"Why- why are you crying then?" He couldn't think if anything else to say, but after comprehending how ridiculous he sounded he internally kicked himself.

"You're an asshole." you huffed opening the door of the car.

"Wha- dont leave! Y/N!" he felt his heartbeat stop as he thought of the thought of you leaving him. No, he fought way too hard for you he couldn't just let you leave. It will fuck him up more, as if he isn't fucked up as it is.

"Y/N, I'm sorry please don't leave me. " He said loud enough for you to hear as he followed your exit of the car.

You were leaning at the side of the car as Harry threw himself at you pressing his entire body at you. "I'm sorry, I'm an asshole. I'm sorry i asked why you were crying. Please don't leave, I'll let you decorate my office too just don't leave please. I-" He rambled, words muffled by him nuzzling at your neck. He stopped mid-sentence when he realised you were snickering. "Wait are you laughing at me?"

He lift his head from your neck looking at you with a pout while you tried to control your laughter. You pecked his lips mumbling, "You're an idiot. "

"But im your idiot, right?"

"You're my idiot."

"Hm... you're my favorite human." He whispers to your lips while you smile eyes crinkling.

"And you're my favorite crime, Harry Edward "Small Bootie" Styles."

"Can i kiss you now?" He said as his lips graze yours.

You kisseed his lips, while Harry took a second to comprehend your sudden affection. Harry smiled into your kiss, kissing you deeper. You pulled away with a smile, laughing as Harry chased after your lips.

"What was that for?" He grumbled, saddened that you cut short the kiss.

"You said I could decorate your boring as fuck office." You wiggled your eyebrows at him as he groaned.

"Baby please no. " He pleaded a frown taking over his expression.

"Nope no, you said I can so I will."

"But-"

"Harry." You warned. He sighed heavily, nose flaring, staring at you with the dangerous look he puts on when he does his deals.

"Okay are you ready?" You placed your hands at his eyesight.

You won as expected.

"I don't have a choice, bub." He mutters while you roll your eyes.

"Will you shut up. Alright, one... two... ta-da!" You uncover his eyes beaming at him while he scanned his now office.

It looks like an explosion of pink happened. Literally. From pink chairs to pink sticky notes to pink "I'm a mafia boss rawr" mug that you DIY to the pink painted roof, it looks like Barbie lives here.

"It's not as bad as i thought." He shrugged.

"Really?!" You exclaimed.

"No, y/n. How the fuck will I make my drug deals in this unicorn playhouse? Do you understand how Niall will react to this?" He threw his hands above his head with a sour expression plastered on his face.

"Come on, it will be cute. I even brought 5 tutus for five of my favorite guys." You showed him the tutus placed on the link couch.

"Well- wait I thought I was your favorite?" You can tell that the jealousy was rising.

"Why can't it be 5?"

"Because!"

"Are you jealous?" You teased.

"No." He snapped. "I am totally okay with my girlfriend, who I love more than myself, to have 4 other favorite guys. I am so fucking okay with it, in fact I want to do a cartwheel because I am so happy."

You laughed, shaking your head. Pulling his wait towards you, you guide him towards the couch, pushing him down. You climbed his lap sitting there chest to chest.

"You know you're my favorite, though." You hooped his nose as he huffed.

"No Y/N. No I actually don't." He tried pushing you away.

"I love you." You tell him genuinely, while he sucks in a breath.

You knew he loved it whenever you told him you loved him. Like last Christmas, he gave you a slip of paper of the things he wanted for Christmas and as you opened it you felt all mushy.

What I want for Christmas :))

-an I love you card from Y/N Tittie Looking Bootie.

-a hug maybe??

-1000 kisses a day!!

"I love you." He tells you softly.

He was only ever putty in your hands, he gave himself fully to you he as cringy and annoying as it sounded his love for you was truly unfuckwitable.

That night he cuddled you up, you being the little spoon as he pecked tiny kisses at the back of your neck.

You were pleased to say the next morning, 5 guys with tattoos and piercing are wearing bright pink tutus while cursing whoever was on their burner phone.

Upon Harry seeing you up, he end the phone call with whoever he was talking too with a "get it done, now." And walked towards you with his arms out.

You pecked his lips while his hands slipped to the inside of his shirt that you were wearing. "Good morning." You yawned, hugging his waist.

"Good Morning baby. You look really cute right now, but I don't appreciate the no-underwear look. " He whispers to you, biting your earlobe. At the mention of your lack of underwear, you immediately flush, eyes widening as you forgot to put on your underwear.

"I'll do that right now." You look at him in the eyes, seeing his lower lip bitten intensely staring back at you.

"Oi Love birds! Cut that out will you, its giving me fucking explosive diarrhea!" Louis throws a shoe at Harry while Harry growls at him and you, the rest of the boys were howling with laughter.

"Get on with it, please." He seethes at you not liking the idea of his girlfriend with no underwear, nothing covering her up but his shirt while his mates are infront of them. You obediently nod scurrying away as he gives your butt cheek a slap.

[applecakeandchainsaw]

You know what, you’re grounded too! The angst trio will be the death of me!

Oh yes, I’m grounded. And I’ll go deeper before I’m finished breaking hearts.

[chthonic-muse]

Also boyfriend has decided to rename Anders 'Angsters' 

I find it accurate but also painful