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[littleminter]

best night ever

[littleminter]

✦make it up to you✦

↳ Harry x Reader




Requested | Harry imagine when he loses his temper and almost hits you?




Warnings | almost being hit by a lover, swearing

You were used to Harry being away quite often. Truthfully you were fine with it: you trusted him and he trusted you, there was no reason to suspect unfaithfulness in a two year relationship. Despite this, when he would come home, you would argue quite frequently. Not over cheating, or never being around often enough, or not being treated the way you wanted to be; no, it was always the little things.

Did you do the dishes? No. Argument ensues. You’re playing your music too loud. No I’m not! Argument ensues. Can you pay me back now? Sorry, I can’t. Argument ensues. It was a repeated cycle of childishness that would eventually result in your inevitable divide…for a few hours, until you’d rush to each-other and apologize.

This time turned out to be slightly different from the rest. Finding a deep loneliness shrouded your heart tonight, you decided to play a little music. It had a slow tempo, with melancholy background noise accompanied by solemn vocals; something so tenderly miserable that it would captivate you, and truly express your feelings.

In truth, you weren’t sure why you felt so awful. Perhaps it was the fact that Harry was home but, all day, you hadn’t conversed. Instead he decided to sit at his desk and record videos, and Skype the Sidemen instead of cuddle you. But it struck you as strange that you were suddenly so caught-up about it. You were so adapted to being alone and relying solely on yourself–maybe the deprivation had finally consumed you?

With a sigh, you decided it was best to not think about it. Tapping relentlessly on your phone’s keyboard whilst rapidly replying to your friends, your ears twitched as you heard the door squeak.

“Babe, could you turn that down, please?” he asked, voice raspy and eyes heavy from the lack of sleep he’d been getting. His inquiry had immediately slapped a frown onto your lips: a broad one, at that. “All I can hear in the background of my videos is your music. It’s depressing.”

“Right, sorry,” you began. To him, it sounded as if you were replying, but he had already jumped to conclusions. By this point you had already started to part your lips once again, “but I need it.”

“Need it?” He scoffed, arching a brow as a look of arrogant perplexity crossed his features. He seemed baffled and, at hearing the words “I need it” to a few vibrating particles, you were sure most would react the way he did. “But why?”

“I’m sad,” you stated bluntly. For a split second you could see his frown switch, a look of guilt washing over his expression. But he was persistent.

“I’m sorry, baby. But please, I’ll come to you after, just turn it off,” he pleaded, and despite the fact his tone was mostly upset, you could definitely hear the tinge of frustration. Was he patronizing you?

“Please, no,” you begged. The idea of having your own comfort at this time being taken away from you was heart-wrenching, even if it was only temporary. You needed the songs, the music, your life force. If you didn’t, you’d probably go crazy listening to the simple sounds of silence. “I can’t be by myself.”

He sighed. Already, he was fed up with your antics and inability to comply. All this time you thought you didn’t need to rely on anyone else, and you didn’t; in actuality, you relied on inanimate things, like music, and material, and colours. Didn’t this make him feel guilty?

“Babe, please, not right now, I’m in the middle of recording,” he said, slightly aggressively as he pinched the skin between his eyebrows. Upset, you furrowed your brows before hopping up off your mattress, strolling over to his side, and then doing what would annoy him most: you turned the phone speaker to his face, and turned your music up.

You could see the twitch in his eyelid. It was almost amusing, until he grabbed your phone, turned the volume down and flung it across the room. Startled, you jerked your head around and stared at the phone, which luckily wasn’t broken. Snapping your head back ‘round, you growled, “you dick! The fuck did you do that for!?”

“You’re really fucking testing my patience right now, (y/n)!” He shouted, certainly elevating your level of fear. Your body was still, eyes shrinking as you bit your bottom lip. He was really mad, wasn’t he? It was just a joke.

Attempting to clamber away, you stepped back. But you couldn’t move, not when he already clamped his left hand down onto your wrist, halting you immediately. The fear you felt previously had already increased in intensity. You had never seen him like this, nor had he ever got so riled up about something so small…well, not to touch you in such a menacingly toxic way. You wanted to shout at him, and tell him to get off you, but any effort to speak only made you writhe against his grip…this frustrated him further.

With a fowl screech he curled his fist up so tightly his knuckles would turn the impurest white you’d ever seen. So tightly the whites of his eyes were practically bloodshot. So tightly the veins in his arms would protrude from the surface of his skin. Then he raised his arm, and before you knew it, it was heading straight for you.

Then you let out the most shrill, blood-curdling scream you could muster. You entire form shook like the aftermath of an earthquake, your head jerking away from his fist as tears, before they even threatened to fall, had already cascaded down flustered cheeks. Was this really happening?

His fist had stopped inches from your cheek. It took him far too long to process just what he was doing, and as soon as he realized, his expression was replaced with a look of shame. It was an expression he didn’t usually wear: red-faced, heavy breaths, small pupils and a gaping mouth. He uncurled his fist and released you from his grip.

Gingerly, he backed away from you, staring at your form that was doubled over in fear. How could he make his beloved partner of greatness feel so burdened; so terrified? It was his job to make you happy, not fearful. He should be ruining the ones who hurt you, not becoming one of them. His back hit the door, shoulders dropped as a look of barren blankness swelled on his face. He was so empty.

“(Y/n)…” he breathed out, exhausted. She refused to even look at him; she was so still, like Medusa had stared at her right in the eyes. Stone. Right then, right there, he began to sob. His actions were totally unnecessary; totally unjustifiable…he would never forgive himself for almost hurting you, and didn’t expect you to do so, either. His tears were cold and icy, eyes swelled and red: his whole form was numb; if he felt this awful, how must you feel?

Reluctantly, you glanced up. You watched him, steadily, far too aware of your own actions. You took note of every movement you made, tears still streaming like rivers on rosy cheeks. The look of absolute misery on your face made him want to destroy himself, a look of terror plastered on his face.

“Oh my God, (y/n),” he bawled, reaching out to you hesitantly. You were so delicate; so fragile…what in God’s name possessed him to ever do something so destructive? “(Y/n), I’m so, so sorry, oh God, I never meant for this to happen. I don’t know what came over me. This isn’t your fault. This is mine. I’m so sorry I overreacted. Oh, God.”

You remained silent. He was reaching out to you and, admittedly, you were still shaken. But you knew him. You knew Harry, and yes he was prone to outbursts, no, never to this extreme, but he was guilty, and felt like it. The remorse filtered in his expression was evident and, even though it killed you to see him so mad, it made it even worse because you loved him, and would, for certain, spend your life with him. Truthfully.

You darted into his chest. He immediately enveloped you into a tight embrace, his face in your mess of hair as you bawled into his chest. He was heartbroken, similarly for you. But neither of you would let this overpower you: you were stronger than this. This was a blunder; a dip. While you’d never forget this night, you knew he’d use every fibre of his being to make it up to you, and make you feel safe, and loved, like you deserve.

For the rest of that night, the two of you cuddled under the protection of your covers. By midnight you were no longer shaken, and felt secure in his arms. This whole time he reiterated how sorry he was, how he loved you, how it would never happen again, and how he would make it up to you, if he could. His kisses would rekindle the flame of adoration in your heart and, in that instant, you knew everything would be okay.

[littleminter]

✦i can see it in your eyes✦

↳ Reader x Harry Requested | Could you write a Harry imagine? Where you guys are best friends and he kisses you. But he's still dating Katie and he doesn't know who to be with. Xx             Warnings | cheating. Word Count | 1601

It wasn’t meant to go like this - he had a girlfriend. A beautiful, generous, kind one, at that. There was no reason for his lips to be harmonizing against yours, there was no reason for his hands to be protectively wrapped around your waist as you hungrily clutched the materials clad on your bodies.

Before this, the day was completely normal. You and your best friend Harry had decided to just chill, like you normally would. Luckily for you, you happened to live in the Halo Tower, located just a few floors below his shared apartment with Callux and Calfreezy, who you had become fond of, as well. After arriving, you were obviously greeted with open arms and immediately began throwing jokes back and forth, as per usual.

The two of you were seated on the edge of his bed, with you lying on your back, Xbox controller propped in your hands. Head lolling off the edge, hair tickling the bottom of the floor with your shirt only slightly hiked up, you uncontrollably mashed the buttons as your eyes intently watched Harry’s player on the screen, who happened to be rapidly approaching your goal, dribbling the football swiftly.

A gasp escaped your lips as he powerfully kicked the football, and in a flash it had soared past your keeper’s hands and travelled straight into the back of the net, indicating his third goal: 3-1, to him. In celebration, he swung his hands in the air and cheered excitedly, a broad grin stretched across his face, his expression beaming with arrogant joy. Exasperatedly, you groaned and dragged your hands down your face in defeat, only to hit yourself in the face with your controller, which you forgot you were still holding, triggering you to yelp in more-so surprise than pain.

Seeing this, Harry immediately burst out laughing, clutching his chest as he rolled backwards in recoil, landing back on the mattress with his legs curled in mid-air. With another groan, you defensively sat upright, your shirt falling back down to cover your previously-exposed stomach before you crawled over to his side, eyebrows furrowed and teeth grinding together. Heated cheeks and flustered movements eventually lead you to playfully smack on on the arm.

“Don’t over-exaggerate, numbnuts!” you spat, stubbornly folding your arms as you jerked your head away from his view, lips subtly curved into a frown. Hysteric laughter dying down, he flashed you an apologetic glance as he mimicked your upright position, extending an arm and wrapping it around your shoulder. With comforting rubs against your bicep, he gazed at you with a side-smile. “It wasn’t that funny,” you added, your tone now a hushed whisper.

“I know, I know,” he replied almost breathlessly, his voice suddenly dripping with husky tones. The kind of noise that made your heart abruptly race, as if it would break from your ribcage at any second, or let goosebumps scatter across your skin. Cheeks rosy, you felt as if you body was being consumed just from looking into those...surprisingly mature, blue eyes of his. Even if he didn’t act grown-up, his eyes certainly reflected that internal maturity he had. In fact, his eyes probably said a thousand things to you, but you just couldn’t read what they said. They’re blue, by the way - blue eyes. Did you only just notice their colour now? Maybe you should pay more attention to him...though, it wasn’t exactly often you just sat in silence, and looked at each-other. “I’m sorry.”

Snapping out from your trance, you raised your eyebrows, mouth formed in a little ‘o’ shape before you averted your gaze. You should probably stop staring at him so hard - he’d probably suspect you’d like him, or something. Not that you did! He was attractive, of course, but he was your best friend, and it’s out of the question since he had a girlfriend anyway. A beautiful, charismatic one, that never did you any wrong. She took care of Harry and made him happy, right? That’s all you really wanted her to do. That’s all it took.

“It’s cool,” you replied, your answers suddenly blunt as you cleared your throat. Concerned, obviously noticing your change in demeanor, he arched a brow and moved closer to you, peering at you intently, suspicious. Catching him, you jerked backwards slightly, staring at him with wide, startled eyes. “What...?”

No answer. He just sat there, and stared. Were you really going to do this again? You already practically fell in love with him last time-- wait, no. You didn’t fall in love. No. He just has nice eyes. Eyes that twinkled like diamonds, eyes that said so many things that you were far too illiterate to ever be able to analyse. You had no idea what was going through his head, but it obviously wasn’t good, as his face slowly, gingerly began to approach yours. But you didn’t move, and you didn’t retaliate. You just let it happen, because you wanted to.

That’s when your lips met. It was cautious, and slow, at first, as if you knew you shouldn’t be doing this. You had every chance to back out right then and there, but all morals had completely flew out the window at this point - you embraced it. All-encompassing intimacy enveloped your heart as heat rose in the midst of your body, your hands cupping his cheeks as you deepened the kiss, obtaining a cheeky yet satisfied hum out of Harry.

The slow tempo didn’t last for long as your speed increased, lips perfectly meshing together like you’d been destined to do this for so, so long...and it was true, you felt like this should’ve happened so long ago. But Katie lingered in the back of your mind, reminding you of the sin you just commited and how you’re possibly ruining this poor, poor girl’s life.

Harry and Katie were perfect together, weren’t they? They always seemed so happy together, especially when they were around you. Whether it was a fraud or not, you weren’t sure at all...but clearly, something must be faulty in the relationship if Harry decided to kiss you, his best friend, right now. It was safe to assume that, right?

Your hands slid down to his chest, gently nudging him off your lips as you simply stared, breathless. While your heart fluttered, you finally came to your senses as your eyes clouded with guilt. Harry’s similarly did so, too, dulling out to resemble the eyes of a dead fish. Then, a sigh.

“...Shit,” he breathed out, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as his eyebrows furrowed, bringing his fingers up to frustratedly pinch the skin in-between his eyes. “Fuck sake. I’ve put myself in the shit, now.”

Feeling your heart sink like the Titanic to the bottom of your stomach, you protectively wrapped your arms around yourself, guiltily staring down at nothing in particular. So, what would you do now? What would Harry do? Just as you parted your lips, about to ask the question, he interrupted you.

“I don’t care,” he spoke, blunt and harsh. Appaled, you jerked backwards and stared at him with horrified eyes - what was that supposed to mean? “I don’t care, I just need you.” Immediately, you were reassured as you felt the fire in your belly rekindle. “I know it’s out of the blue, but I’m happiest when I’m with you, not Katie. She’s lovely, yes, but...I love you. I have for a while, but I didn’t know how to go about it.”

Though it was a lot of information to take in, it wasn’t like you were going to refuse it. In fact, his words were like music to your ears. His hand came about your waist, softly squeezing you as you giggled - this was, one hundered percent, the wrong way to go about confessing your love to each-other, and you’d repent for your sin for the rest of your life, but...in the end, it would all turn out fine, right?

“I love you too, Harry,” you chuckled, instantly relaxed as you finally came to terms with you feelings. Actually, being able to say it out loud was something new and refreshing. It was as if your heart was at-ease...you knew what his plan was, after all. Or, at least, you could figure it out. His reply was a mere smile: small, at first, then broad and brimming with excitement and energy before he scooped you into his arms, cradelling you like a child as he chastely kissed your forehead.

“I’ll tell Katie tomorrow, that I wanna break up with her, then I’ll be sure to ask you out...but pretend I didn’t tell you that, so I can make it more romantic when I do,” he chuckled, causing you to mimick his laugh in reply. “We’ll have to wait a long time until we can tell the guys though - and the internet, for that matter. They’ll probably suspect something if I announce that I’m going out with you right away.”

“Understandable,” you nodded, gnawing at your bottom lip. It was shaky and rough, and certainly a sinfun way to confess your love for somebody, but you had to admit that it’d been building in the pit of your stomach (and heart) for...years now, probably. It was only until today that you’d actually, for real, come to terms with it. After sharing another quick, hungry kiss, you pulled away, and stared into those eyes that you found yourself infatuated with.

Yeah. Those eyes reassured you that everything would be okay, in the end.

[littleminter]

♪Be My Baby✦

↳ Calfreezy x Reader x Harry Requested | yes, by an anon! Warnings | none :))

Being friends with the Sidemen and friends had it’s pros and cons. Pro number one: you an enourmous amount of people to go to if you were in need of assistance. Con number one: as long as you were in a video with them, fangirls would either ship you and one of the boys, or despise you for it. An endless cycle.

Usually, you appeared in Calfreezy’s videos. If you weren’t a special guest, you were frequently seen in the reflection of a window, walking around in the background, or assisting with props. All you could see on Twitter was: “are you recording a video with [y/n] today?” “are you and [y/n] dating yet?”. It was unimaginable to believe how much of a hassle it probably was for him.

In fact, neither of you could post a picture on Instagram, Twitter or Snapchat without people screenshotting it or replying with “PARENTS” constantly. It was cute, of course, but you worried that it was getting to Cal. Who wouldn’t be worried?

Despite it all, you enjoyed making videos, no matter who it was with. It could be Cal, Simon, Harry, Josh, Vik...even JJ, you loved all the boys and cherished your friendships with them to your heart’s content.

Today, though, you were making a very special video. After hitting 2 million subscribers on your channel, [y/c/n], you decided to celebrate by making a video titled: “WATER BALLOON Q&A!” Now, it didn’t sound like much, but who could resist a popular youtuber getting wet, right? Exactly.

Throwing your arms out to the side, you grinned broadly and hunched forward slightly, excitement brimming on your face as you shouted your intro. “Hello everyone! And welcome to my water balloon Q and--”

Almost right off the bat, you were interrupted by a yellow water balloon being flung straight at your head. Narrowly avoiding it, the balloon splatted against it, leaving a water stain against the concrete. Mouth agape, you laughed with surprise evident on your features. “-- answer.”

Jerking around to stare at the camera (only to avert your gaze every so often, making sure that nobody made a sudden move), you grinned broadly before yelling the instructions over the strong wind.

“Today I’ll be taking some questions from Twitter that some friends that you’ll obviously know chose,” you began, pointing behind the camera. “If I get the questions wrong or they think I’m lying, Cal, Harry, Simon and JJ will throw water balloons right at me! Are we ready? Let’s go!”

Parting his lips, Harry began: “Which one is better? Anal or vaginal?” Clearly a very fun and appropriate question to start with. Rolling your eyes, without hesitation, you replied.

“Vaginal!”

A moment passed, only for JJ to come out with the next question.

“Who’s better, Harry or Calfreezy?”

“Harry!” You replied, without a moment’s reluctance, much to everyone’s surprise...apart from Harry, of course.

“Well that’s a fucking lie,” Cal spat, lunging a water balloon at you which just caught your hip, following three more balloons which you narrowly avoided. With collective laughter, the questions kept coming, along with freezing cold water balloons, much to your dismay.

Eventually, you were soaked to the bone, your clothes acting as a second skin, latching to your curves. Shivering, you practically hugged yourself as you spoke into the camera through ground teeth.

“T-...thanks for watching guys,” you muttered, your voice barely audible. You’d probably get a cold after this video. Joy! Like your knight in shining armour, Harry trotted over to your side and presented you with a towel. Gratefully wrapping it around your shoulders, you flashed a gratuitous smile, accompanied with rosy cheeks (not only from embarrassment, but also from the bitter cold).

As he wrapped a protective arm around your waist, Calfreezy quickly joined your other side, an arm laxly resting on your shoulder, their forms acting like gatekeepers. “If you enjoyed this v-video and wanna see more, please l-like this video and sub-sub-subscribe! Thanks again aaaaaaand s-see ya late-..er!”

Despite the shaky outro, you shrugged and snuggled further into the warmth of the blanket. Harry, who seemed to be nestled into your side, clutched your waist and lead you inside, your bodies collapsing down onto the sofa. Sympathetically, he rubbed the towel against your bare skin, muttering prophanities to himself, guilty.

“We properly bombed you, sorry,” he whispered, biting his bottom lip. Chuckling to yourself, you whispered a husky “it’s okay”, as if sickness had already began to envelope you, even though it was basically impossible. “You should have a bath or something. Or I’ll turn the heating on - you’re bloody freezing, [y/n].”

Unfortunately for the two of you, you were blissfully unaware of the three other bodies standing just beside the door frame, eyeing your interaction interestedly.

“Don’t worry about it babe,” you replied, offering a comforting grin as you cuddled into his side. With his hand intimately combing through your soaking locks, your eye contact seemed endless, as if nothing could break it. Eyes hazy with adoration, Harry closed the gap between your forms and interlocked your lips, only to be immediately interrupted by the enraged form of Calfreezy.

“What the fuck!?” He exclaimed, baffled. Eyebrows arched and eyes wide, hands rubbing his temples, he glared at Harry with a look sent from Hell.

“Shit!” Harry shouted, teeth gritting together. “We didn’t even notice you, fuck!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, realizing your mistake as it was far too late. Fingers pinching at the skin between your eyes, you sighed exasperatedly as you slumped into your chair - Harry didn’t release you from his grasp, though. “Look, we forgot to tell you. Me and Harry have been dating for a while. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but we meet up a lot and we were worried about how you’d react.”

“Not to mention everyone else seems to really like the idea of [y/n] and Cal!” Harry spat, voice dripping with toxicity as he returned the glare, eye twitching slightly. “If we tell you, we’re gonna have to tell the fans, and they’ll probably give us a lot of shit ‘cause their “OTP” isn’t real, or something.”

Instinctively, Cal clutched his chest, as if emotionally affected by the situation. Eyes heavy and hooded, shoulders dropped and mouth agape, he sighed in defeat. This was really happening.

“...No, I get it. It’s fine, I’m sorry,” he sharply inhaled, recieving an empathetic gaze from you. “It’s just...I dunno. I guess I just like you a lot, [y/n].”

“Sorry, Cal,” you replied, almost immediately, as if to stop Harry from lashing out in jealousy. “I like you, I really do, but I love Harry. I’m really sorry.”

After that, you got eventual support off all the Sidemen - it just took a while for Cal to get accustomed to your relationship. In the end, all he cared about was your happiness, and clearly Harry made you happy.

You ended up telling your fans about it, too. Both through a brief Tweet and a long Youtube video (you really didn’t mean for it to be 30 minutes, you just got sidetracked a lot!). And even though there was, of course, some very irritated [y/n] and Cal shippers, there were also many more [y/n] and Harry shippers that popped up, thankfully. What more could you ask for?

[littleminter]

✦Secret✦

↳ Harry x Reader requested? | yes, by an anon. warnings | none, just fluff.

It was safer this way - about a year ago you and Harry Lewis (commonly known as Wroetoshaw on Youtube) had decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend after being close friends for many years prior.

Because of Harry’s large following, as well as his obsessive fangirls, you came to the conclusion that it was best to keep it on the down-low. No public displays of affection, no nothing - you even kept it a secret from the boys, which killed your heart. The lack of compassion you gave each-other over the course of the year had definitely had its toll on you, you rarely got to experience intimacy, whether it be full-on sex or mere cuddling. In fact, you’ve never actually had sex before - crazy, right?

For the first time in months, Harry met up with the rest of the boys at the Sidemen house in order to make a couple of videos, and you tagged along to help with camerawork and set-ups.

Once everyone arrived, videos ensued: with you working the camera and assisting with props, but all your attention was focussed on Harry...the only one in a blue sidemen shirt, of course. He always seemed to stand out to you, but maybe that was just because you were hopelessly, madly in love with him.

Every so often, your eyes would dart from the screen to Harry, then back again. In fact, every time you made eye contact, you felt your heart race, threatening to break from the confines of your ribcage. Was his constant looking off-screen too obvious?

As your eyes lingered on his, you noticed a smirk tug on the corners of his lips, eyebrows wiggling almost suggestively. Surpressing a fliratious giggle, shock immediately enveloped your soul as you noticed Simon, the person closest to him, jerk his head and observe the interaction between you two. Shit, you pondered.

Gulping, you averted your gaze and continued to focus on your job.

As the final video finished, Tobi calmly spoke his outro before you gave the signal - the camera stopped recording. Giving a collective cocophany of sighs, somewhat like a choir, you chuckled at their exhausted expressions.

One by one, the Sidemen trailed off, passing excuses and explanations before it was just you and Harry conveniently left. As Josh, the last one to leave, shut the door, you immediately allowed a squeal to slip past your lips.

“I thought that was never gonna end,” he whispered into your ear, and you replied with a sympathetic giggle. Tucking you into a sweet embrace, your head rested against his chest as he rocked back and forth, cradelling you like a baby, handling you like glass - you were so fragile, he was sure he’d break you in his tight hold.

“I haven’t hugged you like this in ages,” you muttered, voice muffled by his torso. As his fingers raked through your locks, entangling them ‘round his fingers, he chastely kissed your forehead. One hand intertwined with your hair, the other protectively circling your waist, you deepend the embrace as you tucked your head up. Locking eyes, your eyelids fluttered shut as Harry quickly closed down the space between your faces, lips meshing together softly. Though it was filled with passion and hunger, it was not rough - just loving and gentle, the way you liked it. Though in actuality, you’d take any kind of kiss as long as it was from the one you loved.

However, the intimacy was abruptly broken by the door slamming open, an unsuspecting JJ sauntering out the door, only to be stopped in his tracks. Eyes affixed to the scene like a decoration, his mouth agape, he accusatorily pointed towards your forms, baffled. Realizing the situation, you and Harry tore apart, heads jerking around to stare at JJ with eyes bubbling with horror: the secret’s out!

“What the fuck!?” he exclaimed, voice laced with surprise more than anger. Despite your protests, Harry’s hands were still tightly grasping your waist protectively, as if he never wanted to be apart from you again. “The fuck is going on here!?”

“JJ, I’m so sorry, we just-...” you began, only to be cut off by Harry, who flashed you a look as if to say “no worries, I’ve got this”. Immediately reassured, you backed down as he took his stance.

“Look, Jide, we’re dating. Have been for a year,” he stated, voice cocky and proud, eyebrows furrowed as he scanned JJ’s expression for any sudden changes. “I love [y/n]. Whenever a relationship’s out on the internet, the girlfriend always gets terrored. I don’t fucking want that!”

“So why keep it a secret from us!?” he questioned, lunging forward slightly, his stance assertive.

“Because who the fuck knows!? One of you would’ve probably let it slip out in a video or forget to edit it out, y’know?” he spat back, though his eyebrows knitted together, as if begging for sympathy - or, in JJ’s situation, empathy.

He took a moment to breath - deep inhale, expressive exhale. Sure, a pit of confusion and hostility bubbled in the pit of his stomach like a witch’s cauldron, but he understood why you would’ve kept it a secret.

“Okay, okay,” he sighed, scratching the back of his head before allowing himself to succumb to elation. “Oi, a year? That’s alright for you, Harold. Congrats, man.”

It didn’t take JJ long to tell the others, but they took it just as well - obviously there was an air of perplexity at first, but they quickly became accustomed to your status as a couple. Not to menton you got to hug and kiss a lot more, which was always a bonus.

The two of you figured - hey, if you can tell the boys, you can tell the fans. It’s not like a little bit of a hate would make you hate Harry or anything - just take it on the chin, you thought. So you did.

@wroetoshaw: “Hey guys. I’ve got a girlfriend. It’s [y/n]. She’s cute. Been dating a year. Bye.”

Attatched to his tweet was a picture of you, snuggled in his hoodie that was far too big for you.

@randomharryfangirl: “omg! this is so cute!! MY OTP IS FINALLY REAL”

@randomharryfangirl2: “MY PARENTS”

...The comments were pretty similar. In fact, there was little to no hate, which was rather surprising to the two of you. Maybe sharing your little secret wasn’t so bad, after all.

[littleminter]

✦You Do Things To My Body✦

↳ Harry x Reader Requested? | yes, by a cute anon. Trigger warnings | smut

Reaching your 2nd anniversary, you and Harry had decided to make the night romantic.

Usually, you were deprived of each-other’s company - your jobs basically controlled your lives, though that only made you cherish days like these.

You were greeted by a cheery Harry, his broad smile dancing on his lips as he clutched a single red rose. Eyes scanning across his form, you noticed he was clad in a white button-up shirt, though the sleeves were scruffily rolled up to his elbows. A crimson tie was bound around his collar, a black belt hiking up matching formal trousers, with usually long shoes.

Subconsciously, you bit your lip and tucked a curly lock of hair behind your ear. Blush dusting against your cheeks, you gazed down at your own form.

A short, salmon-coloured dress hugged your figure, proudly showing off your curves. It dipped low at the chest, and you wore a silver necklace that bore Saturn in the centre, which lay in the line of your cleavage. Your hair, which tickled the bottom of your shoulder-blades, was loosely curled at the ends, fringe tucking over your face. Of course you wore pretty heavy-coverage make-up, but it looked bomb, you were positive. Finally, you wore transparent, six-inch heels with a small, silver ankle bracelet to top it all off.

“You look so beautiful,” Harry spoke breathily, blood rushing to his cheeks as he gazed at your form. Gushing, he nervously stretched out his arm and presented you the rose…which was fake! Classic Haz. “Take this!”

“A fake rose?” You chuckled heartily, though accepted it gratefully. “I love it,” you whispered, though you could see his smile broaden in elation.

Tucking the rose quickly into a waterless vase, you grabbed your handbag from the kitchen counter and was promptly ushered out the door.

Giggling as you tip-toed to a taxi that had been parked outside upon Harry’s arrival, you slipped into the back seats and immediately made conversation.

It didn’t take long until you were parked outside The Beefeater, the restaurant you planned to stay at. After paying the driver, you immediately scattered into the restaurant and were lead to a table.

Seated by a wall-window, a waitress rushed over to your side and took your orders (a steak for the both of you, respectively).

It didn’t take long for the orders to come, and they were devoured as quick as they came.

Over the night, you exchanged compliments, small talk and, of course, dirty fantasies of yours.

“I didn’t think you’d be into that kind of thing,” your boyfriend admitted, arching his eyebrows as he took a sip of the beer in front of him.

“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Harold,” you winked, mimicking his actions and taking a sip of your wine.

“Well,” he began, intertwining his fingers with your own, leaning forward intently as his thumb rubbed your knuckles. “What if I said I wanted to find out more about you?”

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips, and you didn’t dare to break eye contact. “I wouldn’t be opposed,” you chuckled.

At this, Harry waited for the waitress to return with the bill, though he appeared rather impatient as he slammed whatever money he could down on the bill, clutched your wrist and dragged you out the doors.

Yanking one-another into a taxi, being driven all the way home, the two of you were deadly silent as Harry merely kept his hand on your thigh, dangerously close…

Turning up at Harry’s shared apartment with Callux and Calfreezy (who you were very familiar with, after being in a few of their videos), the two of you excitedly darted inside, giggling like school children.

Flicking the lights on, Harry nonchalantly waved at Calfreezy, who was sprawled on the sofa and playing on his phone. He was just about to wave back, until he noticed you. His eyebrows arched knowingly.

“I’ll put my earphones in today, then,” he stated bluntly, eyes flickering from your very flustered faces, then back to his phone.

Merely muttering a reluctantly “yeah…”, Harry lovingly clutched your hand and lead you to his room: at least Callux wasn’t in, though.

Rushing through the door, Harry slammed the door shut and watched you scamper onto the bed. Flinging yourself onto the mattress, you nuzzled your head into the pillow, only to gather where you where.

Sitting upright, you casually turned and asked, “can you unzip my dress for me?” Weak attempts to stretch your arms around to the zip ensued. “I can’t reach it.”

With a chuckle, your boyfriend approach and immediately unzipped you, the straps falling from your shoulders as you shimmied out the dress.

Kicking off your shoes, you sprawled out on the bed in front of him, your bare front entirely revealed to him. Ah, he never suspected you’d be wearing no bra, right?

“What?” You asked, feigning innocence as you wiggled about.

Without even responding, he tugged at the hem of his shirt and made haste of untying his tie (though he fumbled a bit).

Throwing it to the floor, he whispered “you’re such a tease”, causing you to stifle a giggle. Unbuttoning his shirt, he shook it from his torso as it fell to the ground.

Licking your lips, you sat upright and allowed your hands to roam his bare chest. He took you into a sweet embrace, skin together as he began to scatter butterfly kisses down your neck.

Smiling blissfully to yourself, you tugged at his belt and stared down, searching for the hole to unbuckle it. Swiftly tearing it from his trousers, he removed his hold on you and unbuttoned his trousers, yanking them down and discarding them onto the floor.

He began to crawl on top of you, tugging at the elastic of your panties, before swiftly sliding them down your legs and throwing them on the evergrowing clothes pile.

Teasing you, he slid his fingers once over your wet core, watching intently as your face heated up. He chuckled, clearly pleased. Though his generosity didn’t last for long.

His member poked against the lining of his boxers. With a sly smirk, you pulled them down just enough to reveal his red tip, already soaked in precum just from the sight of you.

Teasingly licking his tip (tasting the unique flavour of his precum), you stared up at him with wondrous eyes, foolishly innocent. He twitched against your touch, instinctively grabbing onto your hair, only for you to pull away.

Falling onto your back, you pushed your legs apart, using two fingers to spread your labia. Sopping wet, Harry seductively crawled to your side, hovering above you with newfound lust shrouding his eyes.

With his heart skipping beats, he rummaged in his bedside table, taking out a condom wrapper. Impatiently ripping it open, the rolled it on his member and stared at you knowingly. After locking eyes, his stomach knotted as his cheeks dusted pink, suddenly nervous.

You flashed him a reassuring smile, opening the palm of your hand to invite his own. Complying, your fingers intertwined as his other hand caged you on the bed. Lining himself up, his hips gently thrusted forward.

Overwhelmed by sudden pleasure, your core heated as you felt all thoughts in your mind go blank. Head lolling as Harry’s grunts echoed in the room, he continued to thrust as your skin slapped harshly, sweat glistening on your skin.

Repetitive movements, stifled moans and unbroken eye contact ensued, his fingers tightening around yours. Biting his bottom lip, he looked to you with adoring eyes.

“I’m-” unable to continue his sentence, his body suddenly went numb as an abrupt surge of euphoria coursed through his veins. Feeling his dick pumping cum into your core, your walls tightened around it, your back arching as you hit your own high, screaming out in pleasure.

All-encompassing exhaustion hit your forms, causing Harry to limply crash onto the mattress beside you. Heavily panting, he turned his head to the side to gaze at you, while you did the same.

A moment of utter silence passed before you broke out into boisterous laughter before smiling broadly at one-another.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you more.”

“Impossible,” he cooed.

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