#harry styles!

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💚Happy 30th, lovely💙

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the h in he/him lesbian stands for what?

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[peter-parkouuuur]

Girl Crush (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Hi there! I’ve decided to do something a bit more different in contrast to my Peter Parker fanfiction. This, of course, is a Harry Styles one. I’m in the middle of writing my Peter Parker fanfic, so there’s that.

I know this will sound really cliche that I used the president’s daughter premise/storyline but I think it’s cuter to be a bit more unrealistic and to have more of an idealistic setting and plot. American or not, you can surely fit yourself in the plot, we can all dream to be the president’s daughter (but not Trump’s! hellz nah!!)

It’ll also be featuring the rest of the boys in future chapters, I don’t know when, but they’ll appear. ;)

I hope you enjoy this short prologue.

ILY!

PROLOGUE

Y/n’s footsteps pitter-pattered against the carpeted floors, trying hard not to make a sound.

“Shoot, where’d I leave my keys?” Y/n grumbles, searching through her black handbag.

“And where did you come from?” A voice interrupts her from rummaging her purse.

“Crap…” Y/n mumbles.

“Ms. Y/n, your parents wish to speak to you in the yellow oval room.” Marty, her bodyguard reminds her.

“Both of them?” Y/n asks, dumbfounded.

“Yes. Best not make them wait.” He warns.

He opens the door and announces her arrival to the first couple.

“Alright, let’s get it over with.” Y/n starts as soon as Marty closes the door.

“It’s 1 AM and you didn’t have your bodyguards with you! I’ve been calling you for hours and not once did you answer my calls! Didn’t you ever think of telling me or your dad about your whereabouts?” Her mom chastises.

“Mom, I’m fine, I was just hanging out with my high school friends. What’s the big deal?” Y/n grumbles.

“The big deal is young lady, you never told us whereabouts and you didn’t even bother to bring your bodyguards with you! I just wish you called us.. heck, I wish you called me, that’s all. I would’ve understood.” Her dad reasons out.

“Richard, you have got to stop being so lenient towards our daughter. You and I both know what she did tonight was out of line!” Y/n’s mother protests.

“Honey, she’s 20 and she’s in college. She’s an adult, we can’t really hold her back from everything that we think is wrong. My only wish is for her to bring her bodyguards with her.” He argues.

Her mom just rolls her eyes at her husband’s statement.

Surely, as the First Lady of the most powerful country in the world, she wouldn’t have time to look out for you, but as America’s sweetheart, it’s in your image to become the obedient daughter your parents never had.

“Mom, what do want me to do? I stayed home for the summer, didn’t I? I was supposed to go to Europe to take fashion classes but you wanted me to be here?! Can’t I at least enjoy every bit of my freedom?” Y/n snarks back.

“Of course you can enjoy yourself, but your father and I were worried sick! We already have enough work on our plate as it is.” She admonishes.

Y/n’s parents were successful lawyers before her dad got into politics which eventually landed him the most important job in the world. Her mom, on the other hand, had to give up her law practice as soon she became the First Lady of the United States.

“Can you at least save some of your judgments and your screaming tomorrow morning? I need to rest.” She tells them, preparing to walk out of the room.

“You’re drunk, that would just be cruel. I’ll wait until you’re hungover so it’ll be twice as painful.” She tells her daughter before she could leave.

“Ugh!!” Y/n screams before walking out of the room and slams the door behind her.

4 hours earlier….

After Pre-gaming at one of her friends’ house, they decided to bring her to some gig.

“Why is It so dark and sketchy? I didn’t bring my bodyguards for this.” Y/n reminds them.

“Relax, it’s just a small gig. Nothing bad’s gonna happen…. Well if you don't count the high level of screams you’ll be hearing.” Andy, her friend tells her.

“I don’t think that’s what you consider a small gig, Ands.” She chastises her.

“Y/n, you’re gonna be fine. In fact, you’ll probably like this one.” Mia, her other friend chimes in, handing the tickets to the guard standing by the door.

Sure enough, there were about hundreds of girls squealing in anxiousness, and a handful of guys just casually waiting for the concert to begin.

Y/n walks toward the crowd only to be stopped by Andy.

“We’re not standing there. There’s a balcony upstairs that we may have reserved using your name.” She states.

“Oh wow. Thanks for the heads up!” Y/n facetiously tells them.

“Come on.” Mia leads the way upstairs, the guards smiling down at Y/n, probably recognizing the daughter of the President of the United States.

“Wow Y/n even these bald, muscley men are scared of you. I forgot how fun it is hanging out with the first daughter.” Andy laughs.

“Well nobody asked you to move to California for college. We could’ve been enjoying New Haven together.” Y/n reminds her.

“Yeah! Or with me in Chicago.” Mia adds.

The three of them sit on the couch as the lights begin to dim, the screams growing louder than before.

The guy with curly, brunette locks walks out to the center of the stage, fans screaming his name in complete hysterics.

“You dragged me to watch him?” Y/n looks at Mia and Andy with a disbelief look.

“Oh come on!! You know how much we love him and the band, plus he has a concert here tomorrow. This is more of an exclusive gig with like less than a hundred people invited.” Mia states.

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I wanted to come.” Y/n grumbles.

“He’s really good, Y/n. Just give it a chance.” Andy adds.

Harry begins to sing Kiwi, the crowd jumping up and down to the beat of the music.

Y/n could feel the floor shaking, as Mia and Andy stand up from their seats and jump along.

As soon as the song ends, Andy and Mia look at her with grins on their faces.

“God! That was so good!” Mia exclaims, grabbing her by the arm, forcing her to stand up.

“Don’t be such a Debbie downer and watch the cute curly-haired guy serenading us.” She reminds Y/n.

All the lights point at the brunette guy who was strumming his guitar.

I got a girl crush

Hate to admit it but

I got a heart rush

Ain't slowing down

As cheesy as it was, Y/n could feel her heart drop. His voice was raspy but it was just enough to make her tummy flutter a little.

Harry strums his guitar, looking around the crowd as if he was looking for the subject of the song.

I got it real bad

Want everything she has

That smile and that midnight laugh

She's giving you now

“Not gonna lie, he’s pretty good.” Y/n tells Mia and Andy who are all smiling down at Harry, not paying attention to her.

Y/n just rolls her eyes and continues to watch.

Yeah, 'cause maybe then

You'd want me just as much

I got a girl crush

I got a girl crush

The shout of the fans interrupts Harry from his reverie while playing the song. It was one of the first songs he learned in the guitar and always had a special place in his heart, but he also felt as if he was being watched by someone but he doesn’t know who it was.

Harry gives a flying kiss to the audience as he hands the guitar back to his friend backstage.

“That was great, Styles! Let’s get hammered after this.” His friend tells him.

“I’m holding you to that.” Harry points back at him before performing another song.

As soon as the gig was done, the three friends decided to go to a pub down the road to drink until someone will pass out of drunkenness.

“Listen, you’ve had a long year! A break up isn’t the end of the world, drink up!” Andy hands a shot to Mia.

“It wasn’t a breakup, he just finally came out of the closet and I was his beard. I was a beard.” Mia drunkenly grumbles.

“Well, we all warned you, that boy was more feminine than the three of us combined. You really didn’t realize until he decided to go to Parsons for a fashion degree?” Andy asks.

Mia shakes her head.

“He checked out my prom dress and told me I was a lucky girl bringing a Harvard man to prom.” Y/n reminds her.

“God, why did he have to be gay?!” Mia takes two shots before wiping her mouth.

“Now you.” Andy points her finger at Y/n who just laughs at Mia’s misery.

“Do one more, Y/n!” Andy screams as she hands Y/n  a shot of pure vodka.

“I’ve had like 8 now! I can’t.” Y/n pushes the shot glass away.

“Come on! I know you’ve had more than that back in high school.” Mia giggles.

“That was high school. I’m a changed woman.” Y/n smiles her friends.

“Changed woman, my ass. You may go to Yale but we all know you have the social skills of a girl from a party school.” Andy retorts.

“I don’t want to drink anymore.” Y/n moans.

“I’ll take that then.” A voice interrupts the three girls as the sound of a ring clinks with the shot glass.

The three friends look at one another before moving their heads to where the guy is standing.

“Hi. I’m Harry.” He smiles at them before chugging down the vodka shot.

CHAPTER 1 , CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3

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taylor mentions headlights often in songs about harry because headlights starts with h and ends with s

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He's coming to New Zealaaaaaaannddddd!!!!!!!!!! Aaahhhhhh!!!!!!!! I hope I get tickets! And cheap travel from welly to Auckland!!!! Aahhhh I'm so excited I might cry

I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really didn’t expect this. I didn’t even expect him to go to Australia. OH MY GOD!

It’s a big venue compared to the other places he’s going to so I think we’ve got a good chance for tickets.

[peter-parkouuuur]

Chapter 1: Only Angel (Girl Crush - Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Accidentally deleted Chapter 1 so here it is! Thank you for the notes Xx

If you happen to stumble upon this fanfic, kindly read the prologue first, just so you’ll get the gist of it all. 

ILY!

PROLOGUE

Marty opens the car door for Y/n the moment they stop in front of Founding Farmers, the usual brunch place Y’n and her friends. Not wanting to show everyone how hungover she is, covers her eyes with sunglasses before stepping into the building.

“There’s our little miss Drunky-drunk-drunk.” Mia greets Y/n as soon she arrives at their table.

“Ha ha. If you must know, I sobered up the moment I arrived home.” She clarifies sitting next to Andy.

“I mean if my parents were lawyers and one of them happened to be the President of the United States, I’d rather stay sober for life just so they wouldn’t be able to see right through me,” Andy states.

“Welcome to my life.” Y/n sighs.

“So how was your morning?” Andy starts.

“It was fine… My dad talked my mom out of screaming at me. Plus, he had guests over, so there’s that.” Y/n just shrugs her shoulders before eating a piece of the remaining scrambled egg on her plate.

“Well, that’s good. Did you tell them that we were watching a concert tonight?” Mia asks.

“What? We’re going to watch Harry again?” Y/n questions.

“Uhhh yeah?! He gave us tickets plus backstages passes last night… Don’t you remember? Heck, you were even flirting with him a little bit right before you puked.” Mia smiles pitifully at her.

“I don’t remember half of last night. Oh my god did I puke in front of him?” Y/n panics.

“Well he told us you felt like you had to vomit, so he kind of helped you with that one.” Mia replies.

“Funny, I can’t even remember it happening.” Y/n scrunches her eyebrows.

“That’s because the guy couldn’t keep his hands off you. He was like a magnet. You are the luckiest girl in the world, you know that?” Mia sighs.

“Please! He’ll forget about me the moment he leaves DC. Plus, he’s not my type.” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Okaaaay.” Andy mimics.

Y/n tries to recall the events of last night, not remembering the exact details.

Last night….

The three girls all look at Harry in shock, not actually sure if they’re seeing the same person.

“Are you going to pay for that?” Y/n asks him.

Andy pinches Y/n by the arm, Y/n yelping in the process.

“Sorry about her. Hi um…. We just watched your show a couple of hours ago actually…. You were really good.” Andy apologies for her friend’s frankness.

“It’s alright… and thank you! It was a small show, I actually prefer smaller shows, to be honest, it’s more intimate.” Harry looks at Y/n with a slight smirk on his face.

“Your cover of Little Big Town’s song was so good by the way.” Mia compliments, almost as if completely forgetting her breakdown a while ago.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your names. You are?” Harry reaches his hand out to Mia.

“I’m Mia.” She giggles as soon as they shake hands.

“Hi, I’m Andy.” Andy acting all casual over their handshake.

Y/n could literally roll her eyes right in front of them right now and it wouldn’t make a difference, these girls were obsessed with Harry Styles and the rest of One Direction.

“And you are?” Harry reaches his hand out to Y/n who just looks at him with no expression on her face whatsoever.

“I’m Y/n.” She takes her hand in his as their handshake lingered longer than that with her friends’.

“Are you here with someone?” Andy interrupts their short lingering moment. Y/n taking her hand away from his.

“I am. My band and my mates are on the other side of the room.” Harry replies.

“If you guys were on the other side of this place, how’d you end up here?” Y/n asks.

“Well, a little birdie told me that the President’s daughter was here,” Harry smirks at her.

“Looks like you already know who I am, I don’t see why you needed me to introduce myself to you.” Y/n retorts.

“I know, but I figured I had to find a way to get you to hold my hand.” Harry takes the bottle from the table and pours vodka on the empty shot glasses.

Andy and Mia give each other the knowing look. Looks like everyone is immune to the American Sweetheart label that comes along with Y/n and her family.

“That was pretty straightforward of you… Do you do this with every girl you see?” Y/n questions.

“Hardly. It’s not every day that you bump into a daughter of a world leader. Plus…” Harry moves closer to Y/n’s ear.

“I think your friends have a thing for me.” He whispers.

Y/n looks at her friends whose eyes are as wide as saucers. She just giggles at the sight of them and looks directly at Harry whose face is centimeters away from hers.

“They do.” She affirms his statement.

“And what about you?” He smiles at her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Y/n replies.

A grin forms on Harry’s face.

“Well, it’s going to be a long night for us then.” Harry hands shots to both Andy and Mia as the two happily oblige.

Harry offers her a glass with a hopeful smile on his face, showing off his irresistible dimples.

“I won’t take no for an answer.” Harry takes Y/n hand and puts the tiny shot glass in her hand.

“Cheers!” Harry exclaims, clinking bottles with Andy and Mia.

Y/n doesn’t even give him enough time to clink with her and takes the shot in less than a second.

“But seriously, are you going to pay for the drink we bought?” Y/n asks.

“How about I give you guys something better.” Harry reaches for the tickets inside his coat pocket.

“No way!” Mia squeals.

Andy happily takes the two tickets for her and Mia.

“Do you just carry tickets around and give it to random fans or something?” Y/n laughs.

“Only this one time.” Harry winks at her.

“I’ll take that as a yes from them.” Harry laughs, Harry, offering her the last ticket from his hand.

Y/n reluctantly takes the ticket from him.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles at him.

“These have backstage passes written on them! We’re going to meet you again tomorrow?!” Mia gasps.

“Well yeah…. It’s the only way I could see your friend again.” Harry puts an arm around Y/n’s shoulder.

“Y/n, I know you said we were going to watch a movie at your house tomorrow, but this sounds way better. We have to go.” Andy squeals.

“Wow, you really are making your way into our friendship group, you know that?” Y/n giggles, looking at her friends’ excitement for tomorrow’s concert.

“If it means I get to talk to you more often, yes. I am going to carve myself a spot.” Harry retorts.

Y/n just shakes her head and removes Harry’s arm around her.

“I’m gonna need a few more drinks.” She pours vodka on the shot glasses.

“That’s the spirit!” Harry cheers.

The whole night was going extremely well for the three girls and Harry who invited his band and friends to join them as they form one big table and drink their hearts out. Y/n finishes her 15th round of shot, her eyes blurring by the second as if she could pass out.

“You okay there?” Harry catches Y/n by the arm.

“I’m fine.” Y/n tries to push him away.

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water.” Harry leads her to the nearest chair.

“I don’t need water. I just need 1 more drink.” She groans.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Harry laughs.

“I don’t think I have.” She bops her finger on the tip of Harry’s nose.

Y/n tries to sit up but accidentally loses balance, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulders.

“Falling for me already?” Harry smirks at her.

“Whoaaa….” Everyone in their table stops talking and looks at the two obviously hearing Harry’s flirty little comment.

Alex and Mitch begin to slow clap with Clare and Sarah following suit. Andy and Mia just laugh at their banter.

“That was a good one, Styles.” Mitch pats Harry by the shoulder.

They all go back to normal but Y/n was still feeling a bit uneasy

“You wish.” Y/n let goes off him and stands right back up again.

“I’m just saying, I’m always here to catch you, you know?” Harry flirtatiously states.

“I’m not really one to fall for every musician who flirts with me.” Y/n retorts.

“Are you saying there are other guys?” Harry jokingly gasps.

“Hah. I wish.” Y/n scoffs, only to realize how pathetic she sounded.

Harry just smiles down at her awkwardness. He hands her the glass of water which she obliges to drink.

“God, that sounded pathetic didn’t it?” She grumbles.

“I think it was cute.” Harry ruffles her hair.

“Hey now, I’m not a puppy, don’t go touching my hair like that.” She complains.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He giggles, putting an arm around her shoulder.

Y/n feels herself getting dizzier by the second. She leans her head against Harry’s chest.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” She warns Harry.

Harry signals Andy and Mia.

“I’m gonna bring her to the girls’ toilet. She’s feeling a bit lightheaded.” Harry tells them as the two just nod their heads and go back to their conversation with Clare and Sarah, Harry’s keyboardist and drummer.

“Come on.” Harry holds Y/n by the shoulders, leading her to the comfort room.

“Can we get McDonald’s fries after this?” Y/n asks Harry.

“Of course we can.” Harry just chuckles before opening the door of the girls’ comfort room.

Present time…..

“I totally forgot about the whole flirting thing. God, I sounded ridiculous.” Y/n grumbles.

“Oh please. If I were you, I would’ve been all over him. The way he did those advances at you, it’s like it was his first time to meet an American girl… and he dated the whitest girl on earth, Kendall Jenner.” Andy retorts.

Y/n makes a disgusted face.

Of course, Harry only dated models. He looked like a model, himself. She didn’t feel like there was anything special with her apart from the title she’s been carrying for three years.

“If it’s any consolation, I think they broke up.” Andy winks at Y/n.

“You have got to stop turning us into your OTP or something, I’m not into him.” Y/n replies.

“Lies. He’s exactly your type!” Mia protests.

“And how would you know what my type is?” Y/n asks.

“Uh… Don’t you remember your first boyfriend, Wesley? Curly hair, brown eyes, had a dimple on the left side of his cheek? Captain of the school soccer team?” Andy states.

“Wesley and I dated for like what? A year? You only named 1.” Y/n clarifies.

“Christopher from Model UN doesn’t ring a bell? Also had brunette curly hair, blue eyes, and a jaw that could cut diamonds…. Shall we go on?” Mia smirks at her.

“Well this one is different, he’s not my type.” Y/n shrugs her shoulders before taking a bite of the remaining bacon on her plate.

“Right…” Andy sighs, looking at Mia knowingly.

“I mean….. He didn’t do anything right? Or at least, we didn’t do anything stupid?” Y/n inquires.

“Not that I can remember… Andy and I were talking to Clare and Sarah the whole night. You and Harry had your own world the moment he invited his friends to join our table.” Mia replies.

“We’ll see what he has to say later.” Andy winks at Y/n.

10 minutes before the concert…

“This is so exciting! This is the first time I got a meet and greet pass.” Mia squeals.

The three friends are joined by 4 members Secret Service as requested by Y/n parents. Everyone was looking at them, probably recognizing Y/n and her guards. There were girls screaming Y/n name, causing other people to look and gasp.

“Ms. Y/n, we were told by the organizers to let you pass through the back entrance,” Marty informs them.

Y/n and her friends didn’t argue and followed suit.

“Marty, who contacted you?” Y/n asks her bodyguard.

“Mr. Styles’ manager… I was given strict orders to coordinate with their people for your safety, as per request of your parents and Mr. Styles himself.” Marty answers.

“God, I should really drag you to more gigs just so I could avoid the long lines.” Andy jokes.

“Same here! Can you at least visit me in Chicago for the weekend, like when school starts?” Mia asks Y/n.

“If I could, I’d visit the both of you every weekend, California on Saturday and Chicago on Sunday…. But we all know I don’t make the rules.” Y/n shrugs her shoulders.

The guards point to the door and tell the three girls to go inside.

“Are we gonna be standing with the rest of the crowd or do we get to sit further?” Y/n asks Harry’s guard.

“For your safety, you’ll have a separate area beside the stage. The crowd can get a bit wild in the middle of the concert, throwing water and bras at Harry.” He replies.

“How lovely.” Y/n retorts.

“Well, I for one want to throw water at him.” Andy laughs.

They pass through the backstage where Harry’s band is preparing.

“Hey, Sarah!” Mia greets the drummer.

“Oh hey, guys! Good to see you again. Y/n, good to see you walking with your two legs.” Sarah giggles, giving the three of you a hug.

“Yeah….. Wasn’t my finest moment.” Y/n sighs.

“Who knew America’s Sweetheart couldn’t take her vodka shots?” Sarah retorts.

“In my defense, we had a pre-game before the gig and I drank like 15 shots.” Y/n raises her arms in defeat.

“Or maybe, you just wanted Mr. Styles to catch you when you fall.” Sarah jokes.

“Definitely.” Mia and Andy agree.

“Please stop.” Y/n grumbles.

“We need to go out now, Ms. Y/n. The show’s about to start.” Marty reminds them.

“Oh yeah! See you out there, Sarah! Break a leg!” The three of them hug the drummer before heading to the side of the stage.

Marty leads the girls out, some of the fans see Y/n and her friends and begins shouting her name. She waves at them shyly, not wanting to draw attention to herself in someone else’s event.

The arena went pitch black and soon enough Harry begins to sing Only Angel.

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me!

Harry begins to walk around the stage, sashaying his hips while singing the song.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

He then walks to the left side of the stage and waves at the fans (in a cool way). He makes his way to the right side and notices the three girls. He smirks while singing along, casually hinting a bit of flirtatious smile at Y/n.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

He points at Y/n the moment he sang the second verse, getting loud screams from the fans who noticed the subtle move done by Harry. He adjusts the collar of his Gucci button downs and points at the love bite present on his neck, while still casually singing the song, then walks away with a cheeky grin written on his face.

“Did you give him that hickey?!” Mia exasperates.

Y/n pauses for a second, trying piece her memories from last night, before gasping loudly.

“I think I did?” Y/n mutters, completely speechless.

CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3