harry texting y/n when they are out with friends because he’s jealous and thinks his mates are flirting with her
💬 “Too Friendly”
Texts: Harry is upset because his mates are being "too friendly" with his girlfriend during a game night out. 💕
💌 A/N: This is a little shitty but I can def do more longer ones! Just thought I'd do a shorter one to start out. Thank you for my first text message request!
hiii ! could you write something about harry stalking y/n's Instagram but her account is private, so he sends a request and she accepts and she follows him back, and harry likes her pics (which aren't many) and tries to find out if she do you have a boyfriend or something?
this might be quite short but i hope this is alright for you;
“What’s the correct reaction I should use when Harry Styles requests to follow me?”
You asked your best friend, Heather, as you were both lounging on your bed. She was sat up against the headboard and you lay the opposite way around, holding you phone to the ceiling.
It was just another simple day for the two of you. You’d worked a long shift at the local supermarket and Heather had worker her long shift at the cat shelter, both of you now just having some down time to relax and regroup your thoughts before you even thought to start on dinner. Heather, your best friend and roommate, was an absolute tyrant in the kitchen which meant you were often the one to cook dinner. Tonight was shrimp risotto, if you could be bothered to get out of bed to actually make it. However you were no grounded to your bed more than ever, shocked with the current notification staring you square in the eyes.
“Why?” Heather laughed at you, not noticing your heavily serious face to your question, “you having your daily dreams over the man again?”
Okay, you didn’t have daily dreams… Nightly dreams, maybe. You had liked Harry for a while actually, perhaps since he had cut his hair for a movie he had done. You weren’t a huge fan of his and listened to his music occasionally - like when you were folding laundry or on a long train ride - but you weren’t dedicated to him. He was cute and his voice sounded really lovely. He was definitely the face you used in your nighttime scenarios, but you would never admit that out loud.
“No,” you briefly paused to find the right words to say, “because Harry Styles just requested to follow me.”
“You— What!” Heather sprung up from her position on the bed, but you stayed still and eyes fixed to your phone.
“Appropriate reaction?” You asked again, handing her your phone so she could see for herself.
“Um, ascending into heaven, I don’t know do I? The really question is why the fuck haven’t you accepted it?” She was quick to answer your question and even quicker to ask hers, looking at you as if you’d just told her you were born with only one tit.
“Maybe because it’s Harry Styles!” You exclaimed, sitting up and looking at her now the same way she had just done you.
“Babe, honey, that’s exactly why you need to accept him.” Tossing you back your phone you caught it as you looked to her. God, what was happening? You’d been stacking shelves at a supermarket 3 hours ago and now you were about to accept a follow request from Harry Styles - like the same man who you think about every night before bed and yet know barely anything about.
“Oh fuck it.” You clicked accept and then followed him back, switching your phone off and throwing it down onto the bed.
“Did you..”
“Yeah.”
“So…”
“Yeah.”
Then you started to freak.
It hit you that Harry Styles could see all of your instagram photos - even the ones you were tagged in. Then you questioned whether he would even bother to stalk you? Was he that kind of person? How did he even find you in the first place? You had 489 followers to his near 50 million, so it’s not exactly like he just saw you appear in his notifications - you didn’t even follow him until 30 seconds ago. Let’s say he did see your photos, what would he see? For starters there’s the photos of you and your parents dogs and then just your parents. There’s you on the beach and you in the snow. There’s you with friends and still some posted of people you didn’t like anymore. It was okay.
“Do you think he’s wanking off to that picture of you in your lingerie?” Heather broke the silence.
“What?” You looked at her baffled by such a question.
“You know? The one you just posted like two days ago because it was body positivity week at the gym?”
Fuck.
You’d completely forgotten about that photo and you scrambled quick for your phone. God, you couldn’t let Harry see you like that. You’d felt really, really, good when you’d posted it, dressed in your black lingerie from Victorias Secret, but now you were insecure that Harry could’ve looked at the photo and… well, vomited maybe?
“Oh no, no, no.” You repeated as you went back onto Instagram, only to freeze. “Holy fuck balls.”
If your mother heard the tone of your tongue from the past 5 minutes, she would have you strung up on her washing line by your toes. Okay not literally, but something similar.
“What? What’s happened?” Heather pressed, nosy to the current situation.
“He liked the photo.”
“He what?” Heather shouted, a shit eating grin on her face.
“Oh my fuck he liked the photo.” You put the phone on the bed and got up off to stand up, pacing whilst your rubbed your hands over your stressed temples. “He liked the look.” You repeated to yourself, trying to convince yourself that this was actually happening.
Harry Styles had seen a photo of you in your lingerie. That is not something you’d ever thought you’d ever say, but there’s the fact. Like he’d seen you - your body. You paced the length of your bedroom, completely in your own head wondering where you’d go in your life past this moment. Crawling under a heavy rock to live forever sounded pretty good right now though.
“Have you done freaking out yet?” Heather asked sarcastically, watching you pace with your phone in her hands.
“No. Yes. Maybe. Is this an acceptable reaction?” You stressed your hands through your hair and cupped your hand over your mouth in shock that this was genuinely happening.
“So I shouldn’t tell you that he’s also sent a direct message?” She asked rhetorically, making you stop wearing a track into your carpet.
“He…”
“Yeah.”
“Saying?”
“Do you want to sit down first or…” Heather asked, clearly concerned you weren’t handling this all very well.
“No. I’d rather just collapse afterwards.” You nodded your head, egging her to continue.
“Okay…” She rolled her eyes and returned her eyes to the screen to start reading out the message. “Y/N—”
“Oh jesus.” You interrupted, clutching onto your desk chair as your legs went weak and you had to sit down. Heather laughed at you before continuing, her eyes lighting up as she skim read the message.
“I hope you’re having a lovely day. I hope you don’t find my follow request or liking of your photos too creepy or forward, it’s just I think you’re really beautiful and ever since I heard about you I just had to know who you were. If you don’t want to reply, that’s alright I understand, but if you would like to know me a bit more as I would like to get to know you then feel free to call me or just message back. If, however, you are already seeing someone I apologise for this message to both you and your partner. Wishing you all the best, H. x”
Breathe check. Yes, still breathing.
“Y/N?” Heather asked, noticing you were struck still.
“Okay…” You let out a shaky breathe, doing some internal meditation to try and calm the buzzing of nerves that were rushing throughout your entire body.
“Y/N?” Heather snapped you out of your attempt of peace. “What do you want to do now?”
“He called me beautiful.” You smiled at her she smiled back, happy that you were happy.
“He also said he had heard about you from somewhere?” Heather asked, having picked up on that important bit of information.
“And he wants to get to know me.”
“Yes, okay lover-woman, let’s focus here.”
“Right, yes. Focus.” You nodded your head, still in a dreamy daze.
“Should we call him?” Heather asked.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” You threw your hands up in the air, which shocked you both. “Woah, sorry. Do you seriously think he’s going to want to listen to me paralysed at the lips? No.”
“So, text?”
“Text, yes.” You sighed, coming to sit on the bed next to her and draft a message back to the man who was about to change your life.
I bet Harry is a FREAK when it comes to sexting. I bet this time he’d be with his friends out having a good time, he’d be sipping on his 3rd beer when he’d get a text from you. It was a photo of your tits and your nipples were extremely hard. He’d smirk as he’d feel his dick twitch in his black pants.
Harry- You’re naughty
Y/N- I’m horny :(
Harry- You little slut, wait til i get home
Y/N- I can’t. My pussy is throbbing at the thought of you bending me over the bathroom sick and ramming your thick cock in my pussy.
Harry- That sounds nice. Maybe i’ll pull on your long pretty hair as I ram my hard cock in and out of your throbbing wet dripping pussy and maybe i’ll leave a little bit of hickeys all over your neck.
Y/N- Who’s the naughty one now, daddy”
You decide to send him a picture of the mess you made. Your fingers dripping with your juices.
