𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Fem!Reader x Harry | 𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 49.5k
YN hated being a cliché. As a romance editor, she'd spent years reading love stories, polishing every trope imaginable and telling herself she'd never become one of them. Then, on her eighteenth birthday, Harry Styles walked into her life. She tried to ignore it. Tried to convince herself it was nothing more than an inconvenient crush that would fade with time. It never did. Eight years later, they're both in Positano for her brother's destination wedding. They've spent years dancing around whatever exists between them, pretending it isn't there, never quite brave enough to ask the questions neither of them wants to answer. Now they're trapped together for a week beneath the Italian sun, surrounded by friends, family, and enough romance to make even YN question her own rules. Maybe falling for Harry Styles was always going to make her a cliché. The real question was whether they'd finally stop pretending they weren't living one.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 — Benvenuti
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈 — Il Temporale
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — Desiderio*
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐕 — Le Promesse*
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐕 — Per Sempre*
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝟏. This story contains adult themes and language, such as sexual scenes. If you are uncomfortable with any of those, please do not read. 𝟐. This is inspired by Harry's slutty little shorts and the fact that I love weddingrry. 𝟑. This is an age gap (6 years) and also a brother's best friend (sue me) story meaning it's made up of a lot of yearning and miscommunication. 𝟒. It is sort of an au but not really, I've just changed some of the events and timings to make it work for this story... i.e. Harry is not on tour in it like he actually is. 𝟓. I also describe YN as being curvy/plus-sized in this story, it's not a 'plot-point' necessarily but that's just what I imagine her to be. 𝟔. The main thing is please enjoy! I've loved writing this and it's just such a summery story so please enjoy!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: This story includes explicit language, sexual content, and two very, very frustrated idiots-in-love!
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I wrote this up really quickly, I hope y'all like it!!
Maybe if you guys like this, I can make a more in-depth fic with similar ideas.
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Y/N is currently at Harry's office; she likes to visit him a couple of times a week during his lunch break so they can eat together, because during busy seasons, they don’t see each other as much despite living in the same house.
“How’s the new hire doing?” Y/N knew Harry had hired a new person to oversee the clothing department, since his last person became a personal stylist. Harry was happy for them; he wanted his employees to succeed, even if it meant they had to leave the company.
‘He’s doing well; seems to be getting the hang of things,” he mumbled over his food. Harry had some concerns about him, but so far, everything is going well.
“I’m going to go make a cappuccino in the lounge. Did you want anything?” She asks, knowing the answer is probably yes, because he wouldn’t be Harry if he denied a cup of coffee.
“Yeah, I’ll take a cup. I put some new creamer in the fridge, so I’ll try that instead of my normal cream,” Harry tells her as she stands up. She nods in response, and he leans over, kissing her cheek. “See you in a few.”
She smiles over her shoulder as she makes her way to the lounge. Once she got there, someone she didn’t recognize was already in there, she assumed he was the new hire. However, his presence slightly annoyed her only for the fact she wasn’t in the mood for small talk, but she’ll get over it.
“Hey,” the man speaks up, “I’ve seen you around here a few times. My name is Westley.”
“Hey, I’m Y/N I’m assuming you’re the new hire. How do you like it?” She asks respectfully despite wanting to be left alone, but she didn’t want to come off as rude: It’s not like she owns the place, well, her husband does, and she’s sure if he told him to tell everyone not to bother her he would, but she’s not a grouch, just sometimes she wants to be left alone from the public.
“It's great so far, honestly. Harry is an amazing boss, better than my last. He seems pretty understanding and chill, but he’s also a little scary. I feel like he could tear my head off if I pissed him off.” His words cause Y/N to laugh slightly.
“He’s not bad, just do your job correctly, and you’ll be fine.
She starts making the coffee, and Westley keeps up the conversation. And, again, she’s not rude, so she responds keeping it casual. But the conversation is slightly slowing her down, and she knows Harry's lunch won’t last all day, so she tries to speed things up.
However, Harry knows how long it typically takes his wife to make coffee, and it’s never this long, so he goes to check on her. He makes his way down the hall, and when he reaches the lounge, he can hear Y/N and Westley talking. Some of the things he’s saying is clearly flirting, but he also knows Y/N doesn’t care because she’s doing that thing where she’s like ‘uh huh,’ mhm,’ no way’ because she’s not really listening. He knows his girl isn’t a rude person, but he also knows from the past week of knowing Westley, he talks a lot, which can be a little frustrating when you have things to do.
Now, he trusts her, so he’s not worried about her reactions or what she’s saying; he’s more upset at the fact that someone else is flirting with his wife. So, he strolls into the lounge, watching how Westley tightens up, sitting straighter at his presence.
“Hey, lovie, how’s the coffee coming?” Harry says casually behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He’s watching Westley’s reaction to make sure he knows that Y/N is taken.
“Lovie? You didn’t tell me you were Harry's wife,” Westley grumbles out.
“I assumed you knew, I mean, he has pictures of us in his office, and I know you’ve been in there before,” Y/N says casually, tasting her coffee and humming in satisfaction.
“My mistake if I misread the situation, but I thought you were getting into me,” that causes Y/N's face to scrunch up at the absurdity of that statement.
“Respectfully, we talked for two seconds. I’m not sure what vibe I gave off, but you misread it. I apologize for the confusion.” It's obviously a half assed apology, but she doesn’t owe him one.
Harry is still glaring at Westley as he starts, “Now I like to keep my personal life mainly separate from my work life, but I think it's very clear Y/N is my wife, who has never been withheld or a secret. You need to stay in your place and away from my wife. Not to mention randomly flirting with employees is inappropriate.” Harry does allow relationships in the workplace because you can’t control who you love, and as long as it doesn’t interfere with work, he doesn’t care. However, randomly walking up to someone and assuming it's okay to flirt with them isn’t okay. “I also will not tolerate any disrespect in my building. I don’t want to hear about you bothering someone like this again, or you’ll be terminated.” Harry utters sternly, causing Westley to nod as he gets up and leaves. It’s always a little weird for Y/N to see that side of Harry since she never personally experiences it herself. Harry is always soft and silly; a complete 180 from how he is at work.
But deep down, under all the strictness at work, and softness at home, Harry is insecure; it’s something Y/N knows he struggles with and tries her best to support him. So, when she sees he’s off after the interaction, she drags him to his office, grabbing their coffee during the process.
Once they get in, she closes and locks the door and guides him towards the couch.
“Talk to me, petal,” Harry relaxes at her nickname for him. He got that name from the beginning of their relationship; they were having a cliche date, a picnic. Harry had laid down in the grass, and when he got up, there was a flower petal in his hair, hence the nickname.
“It's just hard when people flirt with you, especially when they can offer things that I can’t. I mean, yeah, I love you more than anything, but I’m not always there.” He confines in her. He has never been able to be this vulnerable with someone before, and her unfaltering attention just comforts him all the more.
“Harry, what do you mean you aren't there for me?”
“I work late nights a lot, go on business trips, and have meetings. I just feel like you should have someone who has a set schedule and who can be with you at normal times. You could have that -should have that, but I can’t give it to you”. His voice is defeated as he speaks. This isn’t the first time he’s expressed these specific feelings, but it doesn’t make her heart break any less.
“Harry, I don’t want anyone else. Honestly, do I wish I saw you more, yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. We always make time for each other, no matter what.” She’s rubbing his shoulder as they speak, knowing her touch can be grounding for him. “I promise there isn’t any way I’d rather have my life right now, I have the perfect husband, who loves me, and I love him.”
“I love you too, my love.”
“Plus, who else would put up with your tantrums when your outfit doesn’t look right, and my obnoxious reenactment of musicals?” She jokes, easing the tension in his shoulders. He pulls her in a soft kiss, then pecks the tip of her nose. Despite his insecurities, he’s truly never been happier being able to live life with his love.
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Summary : a group of misfits, a mysterious leader, a string of murders, and a life on the road.
previous part /// jump to pt. 1
TW : transgender misconceptions and hardships in victorian era europe
Word Count : 3k
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harry looks up at the sound of his door opening, noticing the young girl from his show earlier, being pushed into his room, door swiftly closing behind her.
he furrows his eyebrows, head tilting, “who are you ?” he asks in contemplation.
“i- i’m ladybug,” she stammers, eyes wide as she looks at him. he’s even more beautiful in person, leaning against a vanity that’s nailed to the wall.
“ladybug ?” he hums, eyes raking over her, as he nods towards a chair in front of him, “come in, i wont bite,” he chuckles, smirking.
she breathes a nervous laugh, walking over to the chair and taking a seat in front of him. he smelled so good, so fresh. his eyelashes were incredibly long, fanned out beautifully. his skin was a porcelain white, eyes a soft mossy green, lips a bit red bitten. she notes his fingers are littered with rings, each of which looking more intricate and more expensive than the last. his nails painted an alternating pattern of pink and black.
the tiny hairs on the back of her neck are made to stand, as she feels his gaze examining her as well. he hums out quietly, “what’s got a pretty girl like yourself coming to me ?”
she bites her lip, looking down at her hands resting in her lap, thumbs fumbling together in distraction, “i uh- well, i’m looking for a place to call home. clara said that i should talk with you.”
“s’that who pushed you in here ?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing, smirk pulling at his lips, muttering to himself, “m’gonna have to talk to her.” harry shakes his head, looking up at her again, “what can you bring to the show then ? d’you have a talent ? or something that’s considered an oddity ?”
at that, her heart feels like it stops. like her hopes had been shattered. she feels her breath catch in her throat, mouth slightly parted, no answer filtering itself out.
her shoulders deflate, every ounce of confidence drained from her being. harry notices. and in a split second, his heart plummets, because never had he imagined that such a simple question would crush someone’s day. everyone’s he’s met has always had something about them. can’t imagine her actually having nothing to offer.
so he crouches down, his back pressed to the vanity drawers, bringing himself to right about her eye level. tentatively, and delicately, his hand reaches out for hers, resting atop gently, thumb stroking soothingly. “something happened to you,” he hums, knowingly, reading her.
“what makes you say that ?” she asks quietly, eyes meeting his.
“v’been doing this long enough to notice when someone needs a family,” he murmurs, “what is it you’re running away from ?”
when had he gotten so close ? she feels like she’s mesmerized and suffocating all at once. the moment seemed to become so intense, so fast. she doesn’t think there’s ever been a time where someone’s really looked at her. it’s heartwarming. and it scares the living piss out of her at the same time.
“everything,” she sighs, feeling some tears gather in her eyes, willing them not to fall as best she could, one stray droplet escaping and cascading down her cheek. “i’m running away from the person i never was.”
she notices the sadness take over harry’s features, empathy plastered in his gaze, as the back of his knuckles gently make contact with her cheek, softly wiping the tear away, “how could anybody hurt you so bad ?” he asks. no matter how many people he’s talked to, he doesn’t think he’s heard anything so heart wrenching. has she really spent the entirety of her life, hiding herself ? her beautiful self.
“i like to believe that they just didn’t understand me,” she explains softly, shrugging. “at least that’s the only way i can look at it without absolutely despising everyone that i’ve ever known.”
harry hums at that, nodding, a serious look taking over his features, “i like the way you think. it’s very positive. s’incredible to be able to hold onto that in your darkest times.”
she nods, taking a big breath. is it possible she’s gotten closer to him ? it’s like a bizarre pull, she’s not even sure either of them have really noticed, but they keep getting slightly closer and closer to each other. and it makes her feel like she’s lying to him. like she hasn’t been truthful. when in reality she has. but still, it’s a feeling she can’t shake. especially now that he’s so close to her, and he’s looking at her with the same adoration she was looking at him with.
“i-“ she cuts herself off, his eyes flicking up to find her own, noting the seriousness, the sadness, the panic. “i wasn’t- i don’t have- i’m not-,” she stammers again, sighing, her eyes flicked down again. in shame ? in fear ? she wasn’t sure. but she was sure that she couldn’t look into his eyes. couldn’t see the disappointment on the face of her first crush, when he finds out about her. it’d be too painful.
“hey,” harry murmurs, fingertip reaching out to glide along her jaw, stopping at her chin, lifting her face, his eyes locking on hers, “i know,” he murmurs, nodding in understanding, “but i also know a beautiful girl when i see one. and you, bug, are just gorgeous.”
she feels her heart burst, never having heard that she’s beautiful, much less gorgeous. being called a girl, the whole thing, it seemed too good to be true. what was the deal with this harry guy ? how did he just kind of know about her, as well ? what game is he playing at ? what does he want from her ?
“i’m flattered harry, but-“
she’s cut off with the press of harry’s finger against her lips, harry shaking his head, “no buts. v’been around long enough to have met plenty of people like you. you’re not as rare as you may have been led to believe,” he hums, finger moving away from her mouth, as he notes that he’s rendered her fairly speechless. “and i think you’re very beautiful. that’s all,” he smiles softly, mouth quirking into a smirk, “and if the way you were ogling me during the show tonight is anything to go by, i’d bet that you think i’m fairly beautiful as well.”
her cheeks go bright red, eyes growing wide, pure embarrassment washing over her features at being caught. she hadn’t really had this feeling before, one of lust or love or adoration or whatever this weird warmth was, she was completely unsure of how to navigate this.
“you don’t have to be nervous around me,” harry coos, “i promise i’m not a bad person.”
“no, i dont think you are,” she explains quickly. “but you do make me nervous harry,” she hums, “clara told me that you were searching for people with talents, and well, i don’t have one. you seem very kind, but you confuse me as well. and you’re the first person i’ve met that can offer a sense of home and family, so of course i’m nervous,” she huffs softly, all of that weighing heavily on her, finally lifted. although she may very well have told harry a bit too much.
he smiles sympathetically at her, patting her knee before standing again, bum rested against the vanity, as he was when she walked in. “clara’s right. the people that get to tag along tend to have a purpose to this roadshow,” harry nods, finger tapping his chin pensively.
“i know, and i’m not anything,” she groans exasperatedly. “i’m not the tallest man, or the shortest lady. i can’t tell anyone’s future, or dance around poles in time with others. i can’t grow a twin out of my shoulder, or run around a room full of mirrors without being seen,” she adds, making him smirk and chuckle quietly, as she continues on, “i can’t throw knives at people without hitting them, hell i can’t even shuffle cards without making them scatter around the entire room.”
she notes the confused expression on harry’s face, as he shakes his head, “but we already have all those things. of course you’re not the tallest man, didn’t you meat him earlier ?” he asks. “don’t need another one, we need something unique. need something you. need to know what you’re good at,” he explains as though it’s the most obvious thing.
she’s felt so unique, so one of a kind her entire life, and for the first time it makes her think, “with all that being said, it sounds like i’m not different enough or anything to be in this show.”
“christ, for such a positive girl, you look down on yourself a lot,” he mutters softly. “course you’re good at something, beautiful bug. everyone is.”
it’s the second time she’s let the pet name slide. she didn’t think she’d like it, but coming from him, she doesn’t think she’d like anything more.
“m’good at drawing, i guess,” she shrugs, picking at her fingernails.
“hmm,” harry nods, smiling, “s’that so ? what do you like to draw ?”
“the people from my town,” she mutters, “i always felt so different around them. so i drew them in different ways, make them look a bit bizarre with big noses or foreheads. show myself that everyone is different in their own way,” she adds quietly.
harry smiles wide, “think we’ve found your talent, miss ladybug.”
she hums in confusion, looking up at him, eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean ?”
“caricatures,” harry explains, “that’s what you’ve been drawing. it’s called caricatures. and people pay good money to have themselves drawn in whacky ways.”
“really ?” she asks, excitedly, hopefully. did she just find her way in ? did she just find a home ?
“yeah,” he smiles, nodding at her in understanding. “i’d like you to join the show. we’ll find you an empty boxcar. everyone gets one. a place to call home. s’not much, same size as mine here,” he explains, hands extended to showcase the space. “you’re free to decorate it as you like, just remember that we do move every few nights, so certain things may need to be bolted down.”
“oh gosh, of course, of course,” she nods excitedly, making a mental note of everything he’s telling her.
“all of the money we earn, we split equally,” he goes on. “no one makes more than anyone else. we’re family, we’re equals, and we all support each other. s’not about who had the best performance of the evening, it’s about the entirety of the show. we all have better and worse days than others, we shouldn’t be rewarded/penalized as such. that being said, if something needs to be fixed, everyone pitches in as much as they can to help. it’s our show, it’s not just my show.”
she furrows her eyebrows there, “but clara said you approved the people joining. she described it as if it was your show.”
“i created it,” harry explains. “started this show from the ground up. so, i am protective of it. and i want everyone to work together, and to get along. to be kind and understanding and empathetic. to be for each other, what the world couldn’t do for us. and i’m not afraid to deny someone a place here if they can’t follow that simple level of respect.”
she nods in understanding, a feeling of calmness and peace washing over her at his words, “it’s refreshing to meet someone like you. where did you learn to be so understanding ?”
“i’ve been around a while,” he chuckles, floating by the question slightly, “v’met a lot of people. and i’ve found that the nicest ones tend to be the humans that society rejects. so why not band together ? they look at us in disgust if we walk past them on the street, but they’ll give us their hard earned money to come gawk at us,” he rolls his eyes. “s’disgusting, but it makes a mighty good living. and it keeps all of us together, happy, and playing the strengths that god blessed us with.”
“where have you been all my life ?” she mutters quietly, in disbelief. because really, she’d have hopped onto their moving train years ago if she could have.
harry giggles, biting his lip, “like i said, v’been around,” he smiles, adding more seriously, “i believe that things happen at the perfect moments in our lives. we were here, in this town, at the same time, because we were ready to find each other,” he shakes his head, chuckling, “christ, maybe i’ve been spending too much time talking to clara.”
she laughs with him, smile permanently stuck on her lips, “no, i kind of believe that. things happened in the last few months that gave me the confidence to walk away from my situation. i wouldn’t have had the guts to join you had it been before that.”
harry smiles, nodding in understanding, “just promise you won’t tell clara that i think she’s right. wont ever live that one down.”
she laughs again, nodding, a glint in her eye. between her earlier conversation with clara, and now this talk with harry, she can definitely see herself fitting in here. the happy banter, the warm, inviting atmosphere, the deep conversations. “i promise.”
harry takes note at how much calmer she is, how much happier she seems after just a simple conversation. he feels himself gravitating towards her even more. not only was she absolutely beautiful, but she was smart, well rounded, easy to talk to, hell she even has some proper life experience under her belt. he’s already fucked and he knows it. even more so when she gives him the sweetest flirty eyes he’s ever been blessed enough to see.
truth is, he’s been with a lot of different people. never much cared for body parts, more into the lusty eyes and good conversations. add that to the constant traveling around europe, one could definitely say he’s made his way around. in more ways than one. but he’s never quite been so intrigued by someone as he has been since his eyes made contact with hers during his show. he doesn’t know what it is, can’t quite put his finger on it, but harry knows he’s in for a treat having her along for the ride.
“on that note, beautiful bug, would you like to meet your new family ?”
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“Your girl? Yeah.”
(Harry tries his best to ignore the way his mouth molds into a smirk when he calls her his girl.) “Would you be interested in a threesome?”
The smirk falls right off his face and he raises his eyebrows instead, turning his body fully towards him. The stirring is completely forgotten about. “Like with you and her?””
warnings: explicit content, mention of anxiety and depression
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‘Cause Nothing Feels Like Home / Part II / Part III: the one where writer!harry and his wife, safiyya, take a break from their marriage, as encouraged by their counselor, for thirty days. (28k)
“Because you don’t make the right choices!” Harry yells.
“Married you, didn’t I? Was that the wrong choice too?”
Harry quickly becomes quiet, brows shooting upwards. The counselor stops writing and counts backwards from ten. The tension in the air is thick. Her breathing is erratic and his heart is thundering.
“Safiyya,” Harry says lowly. “Don’t.”
warning: explicit content, mention of divorce
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This Relationship of Ours / Part II: 6 months after their break up, harry bumps into his ex-submissive, mia. (26k)
““Even if I did love you,” he started, hoping it didn’t plunge the knife deeper into her chest. She was looking at him with such respect and love, it was practically unbearable. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Amara came up behind her, staring at Harry with worried eyes. She could feel the tense aura from multiple feet away, unsure whether or not to interject herself into the conversation.
“So did you or did you not?” Mia said, shoulders sagging with defeat. “I’m tired of this.””
warnings: LOTS of explicit content, harry’s a dick
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Reader Insert Fics
You, Me, and the Fat Baby Makes Three: in which Harry is a single father who makes candy for a living and hasn’t been on a date in a very long time. (20k)
“Hi, sweetheart,” she says quietly to Harry’s son. “Oh ow!”
Harry removes his jacket quickly and smoothes it out before holding out to her. “He’s got a grip, I know. Goes straight for the hair.”
She’s wincing, tilting her head in that direction, but it doesn’t help in anyways. Harry reaches for Pete and removes him from her chest, but his little fist is still holding all that hair, and she lets out a little whine at the harsh tug. Harry gently unwinds his fingers (and tries not to imagine him running his hand through her hair) before tucking him back into his chest.
warnings: children
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Sugar Kisses: a fic about a moody baker named Harry and Y/N, who loves her job more than anything. (20k)
“Y/N blinked, eyes darting to Harry, letting her gaze linger on him for a moment. He had laid his rings away as he added details to the chocolate flowers before taking a deep breath and placing his hands on his hips to examine his work. She never realized how tall he was, and now it dawned on her that he towered over her. His apron clung to his torso, messy with buttercream and cake batter.”
warnings: none
Masterpiece: a fic about art student!harry using y/n as his muse (19k)
“Harry hadn’t realized he’d staring at the way she cupped the glass to get a better look at the pastries, purse once slung over her shoulder at her elbow, grazing against the floor. From the distance, she seemed like just a regular girl with an alarming appetite for sweets, not the girl he had mistaken her for: a social butterfly who varied with personalities with different people. She wasn’t fake like he’d presumed and for this, he felt a wave of guilt course through his body.
She almost looked…well, cute.”
warnings: explicit content
Other Fics
Act On It*: a fic about a flirty car mechanic
warnings: explicit content
Urges*: the fic in which two co-workers try to find something that distracts them from smoking
I usually didn’t plan to write anything for a while but then this concept popped up :D Hope you enjoy it! Please, leave feedbacks behind! It’s not that difficult to write one little sentence. Tell me if you liked it or not, that’s already enough for me :) Thx <3 (both pictures are not mine!!!)
Nothing better could ever describe the feeling of coming home to the person you love the most and letting yourself being wrapped in their arms, drowning yourself in the warmth of their body after a long day at work.
Once Harry unlocks his front door and steps into the safety and security of his apartment, he lets out a relieved sigh. Spotting his girlfriend sitting cosily on his couch, wearing one of his sweaters and munching on a crisp from the package in her hand while watching another episode of Friends, a smile makes its way on his lips. Throughout the day he has missed her so much. His day has started by waking up early in the morning and not being able to say goodbye to his love who still was sleeping by that time he had to leave to the studio, staying there till the late hours of the day. Of course, Harry couldn’t bring himself to wake her up- she looks very cute when she sleeps- so he let her dwell longer in the land of dreams, giving her a kiss on her forehead before he went off.
“Welcome back!” He hears her voice calling from the living room.
Striping off his boots from his feet, he strolls to his girlfriend who still has her eyes glued on the TV screen. With an exhausted sigh, he lets himself falling smoothly onto her body, being already awaited by the longing arms of Y/N. She catches him and presses his head gently against her chest.
“Hey, love,” Harry mumbles, enjoying the sensation that her fingers leave behind when they brush through the long strands of his hair. He hums contently, burying his face closer into her chest. The soft beating of her heart hitting his ear is enough to lull him to sleep.
“How was work?” Y/N inquires.
“Tiring. Had a meeting in which we settled the tour days, interviews and stuff. Sat in this conversation hall for hours.”
“Awww, my poor baby,” Y/N remarks with a giggle.
“The boys say hello. Niall’s invited us for barbecue for some time. Thinks we all need to get together before tour starts again. Would be lovely to hang out, I think.”
“It definitely would. I have some leftovers in the fridge and if you’d like I can warm them up.”
Harry shakes his head. “Had something to eat already. Went out with ma pals once I finally got out of that hell of studio.”
“Drama queen.”
Harry lifts up his head and rolls his eyes at her. “What were you up to all day? Sorry I couldn’t text you that much. Like I’ve said, I was trapped between those four walls.”
“It’s okay,“ Y/N says, petting his hair. “Nothing much actually. I’ve gone shopping with Ella and we had lunch together at some restaurant. Came back home and haven’t left the couch since.”
Y/N has been busy with college and studying that she had no chance to relax properly. Now that she has finally finished all her exams, she thought she rewarded herself with a lazy afternoon on the couch while watching her favourite series.
She earns a nod from him. “Missed you...”
“I missed you too, Harry.” Her lips meet his forehead. She feels his body getting heavier on hers and notices that he’s at the verge of falling asleep on her. Not that she would ever complain, she actually loves to watch him a lot when he sleeps but Harry seems so tired and fatigued from his day, it would be better for him to go to bed right now.
Before she can address her thoughts to him, Harry gets up and kisses her lips gently.
“I’m off to bed, love,“ he informs her. “Don’t stay awake for long, okay?”
“Will do. Let me just watch this episode and then I’ll join you.”
She watches him passing the corner of the hall and after turning left he’s out of her sight.
Not an hour later, she silently opens the door to their bedroom, only to catch her angel lying in between the comfy white sheets of their bed.
(Note: Imagine Harry with long hair)
Her hear melts to the sight. Every day she falls more in love with this man and there are even times in which she really questions if he’s real or just a product of her imagination. But he’s real than a human could ever be. He’s a blessing to this world, she’s figured this out long time ago.
She strips out of her clothes and slips next to Harry.
His hair is sprawled all across the pillow, even masking a little bit of his face and soft snores escape his slightly open lips. What a true honour it is to witness him in this vulnerable state. After one year of dating, Y/N still can’t believe that the Harry Styles from One Direction has chosen to love her, and only her. She’s no one famous with no special reputation, just a normal girl from London but with a personality as golden and pure as it ever could be- enough to attract Harry’s attention.
She brushes his curls from his face and observes his features. Her heart doing flips while she watches him.
“My sleeping beauty,” she whispers softly in his ear. Harry doesn’t stiff at all. He sleeps hard like a stone. One of her hand glides around his bare stomach, tightening its hold on him while her other hand caresses his messy hair. Her face bents forward, letting her lips meeting the base of his jaw where she puckers tiny little kisses on the soft skin.
“I love you so much,” she tells him. She really loves to murmur sweet nothings in his ear while he sleeps. By this way, she often gets the courage to tell him unspeakable things which she would never say to him out of embarrassment even though there is nothing she has to feel uncomfortable about. What she doesn’t know is that Harry sometimes-if he isn’t tired enough- pretends to be falling asleep just because he absolutely adores listening to the wonderful things she says that build him up.
Harry mostly radiates self-confidence but even he has his insecurities as well.
“You’ve worked so hard on your dreams and I’m so proud how far you’ve come. Despite all the media attacks, all the fame and all the stress you go through every day, you still manage to keep your feet on the ground and I really admire that. I love how you try to make people happy, I love how you try to make up your time for sick children and teenagers only to put a smile on their faces. I love how you try to make their wishes to meet you come true. You support so many communities and charities, Harry, people like you rarely exist in this world. They try to break you but you reach out to them with kindness. You have such a large fan base that’s got your back, even elder people do like you Harry, I really adore this. I recently saw a post on Instagram in which a girl describes how much her father likes you and your music and I kind of had to laugh about it. It’s adorable.”
She nuzzles her face on his shoulder blade. “I love your freaky side, the way you try to entertain people and make them laugh. I love your serious side and how you always put the ones you love first, also when it comes to their safety. But I also love your vulnerable side, you may think that it’s not normal for men to cry but it is. It is okay to feel down at times. We’re all human beings. Even Harry Styles.”
Kissing the skin of his shoulder, she continues.
“Thank you for everything you do for me. I’ve never fell for somebody as hard as I fell for you. You make me feel so special and so loved. You showed me the wonderful side of this world. I owe you for a lifetime. There is no place I ever want to be except by your side.”
Being slightly overwhelmed by her emotions, Y/N suppresses the tears in her eyes.
“I’ll see you in the morning, H,” she yawns, feeling her limbs slowly getting heavier, cuddling closer against him, her front meeting his back.
