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[boyfriendharriet]

Teach me: a series.

“Im fucked up”

She didn’t know how to love. She was always the one who left the men she slept with before they woke up. She was always the one to not text back. Her heart was cold as ice, and she didn’t even notice anything was wrong.

Until that night he came to the bar she worked at, he watched her all night, flirting for the tips, making all the guys drool at her. He knew she didn’t belong there, he knew she didn’t believe their eyes.

She couldn’t be wrong, even when she poured him another glass of whiskey and smiled at him, she thought he wanted what everyone did.

But man she was wrong.

She thought it’ll be simple, getting in bed with him and leaving before he knew it, she enjoyed that as well at the end of the day.

But she didn’t know what he’s gonna bring in to her life.

It started at middle school, around the age where boys and girls stopped being disgusted with each other, all of her friends had guys chasing them. She was never the hottest one in the group, she always found herself the third wheel. The guys who talked to her ended up asking her about one of her friends, and she got used to it.

At high school boys told her pretty words just to get her in their bed, the same guy who kissed her didnt text her the next day. Even the guy she really liked, used to tell her she’s pretty and they should go out sometimes, even kissed her and made out with her one night, but disappeared the following day like nothing happened.

At college she lost her virginity to another guy she liked, she thought he liked her back, she was too blind to see that he only got to her when he wanted her body, but when she saw him kissing another girl at a party, her heart broke to millions pieces, and all he could say is “I was never your boyfriend, Jesus.”

So she stopped believing in love, she truly believed she was better off alone. She found out that working as a bartender while wearing tight jeans and a top that gives a nice peek to her boobs will help her get good money and a little company at night.

So it was easy for her, forgetting those people the following day, while they forget about her too, so no one’s hurt. She never kissed them while she slept with them, she never bothered to take their numbers, some of them didn’t even know her name and she didn’t know theirs, but it didnt matter to her, it’s not like they’ll want more, right?

But he did, he didn’t know about the girl behind the bar and her cold broken heart, he didn’t know her smile is fake. But he could tell she’s different, and he was curious.

Being the stobburn man that he was, he waited until the bar was closed and his friends left, just so he could at least get her name.

“It doesn’t matter” she said, “want another shot of vodka?”

“Only if you take it with me”

“Oh no thanks, I’ve had enough of that for tonight”

“So maybe some other night?”

She stopped everything she did, this guy is trouble, she thought to herself, he’s playing with you, her mind said.

They didn’t have sex that night. But that guy came back everyday until he got her name, and he didn’t stop until he got her number, a month later of him not giving up and he got a date with her, then a kiss, and then he asked her to be his, she took a risk and said yes.

“But you’ve got to understand Harry, I’m fucked up. I’ve never done this before, so if I’m doing it with you... you have to teach me.”

“Oh trust me darling,” he said as he looked at her softly “I will.”

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New series, that’s the first part to give you a little preview about this.

The chapters depends on my ideas and how much you like it.

Feel free to suggest your own ideas at our inbox.

I really hope you’ll like it.

-J x

[boyfriendharriet]

Dont touch her.

The first time you get a panic attack in front of Harry.

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He unlocked the front door, hoping you’re awake at 8PM watching your show in the living room and ready to cuddle.

But you weren’t.

He found you upstairs in your shared bedroom, at first he thought he was dreaming, and when he realized he was not, he just froze and slowly felt his heart breaking.

He found you on your shared king sized bed, shaking like you never did before, crying so loud your neighbors could hear, your face were red and your eyes were swollen.

For a second Harry thought you got a call that someone died, but the way you couldn’t open your eyes, the way you were rocking yourself back and forth, the fact you didn’t even notice him coming in the room- he knew what was happening.

You’ve been dating for quite a long time, and Harry knew you had problems with panic attacks and anxiety, but you never let him see. You always made sure you’d run to the bathroom or at least lock the door when you had it in the bedroom. You were scared he’d see you and run.

But there he was, standing at the door to the sight of you tearing up from inside and out. His heart was never so broken and all he wanted to do was sit next to you and cry as well.

But he couldn’t, he knew what he had to do.

“Babe?” He ran over to sit next to you.

“Hey, baby,” he gently placed the palm of his hands on each one of your cheeks, that’s when he realized he was shaking, that was also when he saw your eyes looking anywhere but him.

“Im here, I’m right here” he whispered, holding back his tears. “I’m not going” he tried to pull you into a hug in hope you’ll feel better.

But you screamed.

“Don’t touch me!” He never thought he’d hear this from you. “Harry please don’t touch me!”

So he didn’t, he put his hands in the air while you cried even louder.

He ran to the kitchen to grab a big glass of cold water, and slowly went back to the bedroom to placed it on the nightstand for you to drink later.

It was the first time in your relationship that he just didn’t know what to do.

He felt devastated, but shortly after he put himself back together and sat next to you again, he was ready to try anything.

“Hey,” he placed his hand on your thigh, ready for you to scream again, but before you did- he talked.

“Shh.. it’s okay, I’m right here,” he gently said “I’m right over here, my love.”

You finally dared to look at him, your eyes looked wild.

“How come you’re still here after seeing me like this?” You asked slowly, your voice was gone from all the crying you had.

“Because I love you, so much. And we’re going to be in this together, I’m not leaving you because you’re struggling. Right now all I see in front of me is a strong, beautiful woman.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I’m a fucked up mess, Harry. You deserve better.”

“That’s nonsense! You’re the whole better.” He placed his hands on your checks again, and you finally could breath.

“Im going to make you a warm bath and a cup of tea for bed, okay?”

You slowly nodded and he left the room.

You heard the water running as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you hated what you saw, but for the first time you felt like you may finally found the person who’s gonna change your life, and you were grateful.

After the long bath you joined Harry in the bed, your cup of tea was waiting for you and you were happy to take a sip.

You cuddled into him and kissed just below his ear, his favorite spot.

“Thank you” you said quietly, “for today. I don’t think I’d get out of it if you weren’t here.”

He turned to face you, and looked you in the eyes, “I want you to know that I will never leave your side, not over this and not over anything. We’re in this together, I won’t let you fight on your own, you did it for too long already. Now I’m here, and if you suffer I suffer, and as long as I’m in your life, you’re never going to suffer.”

You never kissed him so hard before, and the sleep you had afterwards, was the best you’ve had in your entire life, for both you and him.

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Hello my loves, it was a spontaneous little imagine. Hope you liked it.

I wanted to update you that F is almost done writing TROUBLES PART 2 (here’s part one if you haven’t read it yet...)

The second it’ll be ready, it’ll be yours.

Let us know what you think and

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We really wanna know what youd like to read and give it alllll to you.

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-J xx

[boyfriendharriet]

Braids and cookies

When you want something, you get it. Even if it means you need to work a little for it. When Harry wanted cookie and you wanted to play with his hair in a way that he doesn’t like. Based on a dream one of my best friends had. Enjoy yourself, requests are always open x —- I looked into the oven one last time, smiling to myself as I watch another tray of my famous cookies baked. I turned around and started cleaning all the mess when I heard the door opened and then shut closed again, “Y/N?” Harry called on his way to the kitchen, a moment later, I found long warm arms hugging me from behind and soft lips almost touching my neck. “Smells amazing in here” he whispered as his hand left my waists to reach the fresh hot cookies that i took out of the oven one minute ago and were not ready yet. I slapped his hand away, “Ow!” He jumped “Not ready yet!” I told him as he rolled his eyes and chuckled, he turned away and left to go upstairs “gonna get a shower!” He announced loudly, “tell me when they’re ready, even bring some to the shower I don’t care!” I knocked on mine and Harry’s bedroom door two times before entering, finding shirtless harry lying on our bed, on his phone. I thought he smiled at me when I walked in but actually he was smiling at what I was holding, a plate with cookies on it. “Hello to you too” he said as I went closer and into the bed, leaving the cookies on our bedside. Harry smiled and gave me a small pack on the lips as he tried to reach out to the cookies once again, I pushed him away. “Not so fast...” I laugh. “Jesus Y/N! What now?” “Someone’s hungry” I teased. “Well you can’t just make my favorite cookies and not let me have some, I had a long day...” he started giving me that face, thinking I’d fall for it “I’m tired... all I wanna do is lay in our king size bed with my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend while we eat all of the cookies she made. Please?” I laughed at his face and he snored. “Okay you know what?” I said, bringing my hand to his cheek, making him go soft. “I’ll give you the cookies, if only...” I brought my hand to his hair “ let me braid your hair.” “No” he protested. “Oh come on!” “No babe, you tried. But it’s not gonna happen.” “Fine!” I said, grabbing one of the cookies and eating it myself, he looked at it and tried his best not to smile “guess I’ll have all those cookies to myself” “Fine.” He said and looked straight forward as I started eating my second cookie. “Maybe just a bite?” He asked after few minutes of silence. “You’d let me braid your hair?” “Maybe just one braid?” “No, all of it.” “Absolutely not.” “So there are absolutely no cookies for you” I said and took another bite “and they’re delicious.” He looked at me for what seemed like forever before he gave up “okay Fine! Braid my hair! But Y/N if you make me look like a girl I swear to god-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence as I pushed a cookie into his mouth and placed myself behind him, starting braiding his hair after the little deal we made. “Wow you were right, they really are delicious.” Harry said with his mouth still full, sitting in front of me with his legs crossed, turning his head whenever I needed him to as I gave him a cookie every few minutes, most of the time just so he’ll shut up and stop complaining. I was almost done when Harry asked for another cookie, “it’s the last one... you’re gonna have to go downstairs and get more if it won’t be enough for you” I said, still braiding his hair carefully. “Well in that case,” he said and turned around to face me “I’m hungry for something else then” he said before crushing his lips on mine.