Best friends. A fake relationship. One weekend in Edinburgh—and maybe a shot at something real.
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The soft hum of the evening surrounded them as they sat on Harry’s plush couch, nestled in the heart of his spacious home. The minimalist decor of his living room reflected the careful balance between his hectic life in the spotlight and his need for peace. His house, though large, was warm, with low lighting that gave it a cozy, intimate feel. The air was thick with the scent of the coffee table candles he’d lit earlier—notes of sandalwood and something sweet.
Harry sat next to Y/N, his body half-turned toward her as he read a book, legs tucked beneath him like a cat seeking comfort. There was a distinct softness about him when he was in his own space, away from the flashing cameras and curious eyes of the public. His hair, dark and messy, tumbled over his forehead, catching in the dim light, giving him a boyish charm that contrasted sharply with his usual confident and polished public persona.
He wore a simple white t-shirt, the fabric clinging loosely to his lean frame. His broad shoulders spoke of strength, but his posture, slightly hunched as he leaned into his book, gave off an air of vulnerability. His long fingers traced the edges of the pages absentmindedly, and now and then, his green eyes flicked up from the book, studying Y/N with a kind of quiet amusement, like he was aware of the unspoken understanding that lay between them.
Harry had always been attentive, almost in a way that felt second nature, as though he knew more about her moods than she did. There was something undeniably magnetic about him—his laugh was a little softer here, his voice a touch lower. His fame could never overshadow the gentle heart he showed her when they were alone.
Y/N’s eyes hovered over the same paragraph for what felt like the hundredth time. The words blurred together, the meaning lost as her mind wandered to the man sitting beside her. She was supposed to be reading a novel on leadership—something meant to inspire her as she navigated her demanding corporate job—but her thoughts kept drifting back to him. It was ironic, really. The book talked about control and decisiveness, yet here she was, lost in the one thing she couldn’t control: her feelings for Harry.
She had always found him attractive. No—more than attractive. Beautiful in the kind of way that felt effortless. His messy hair, the way his lips quirked into a half-smile, those green eyes that seemed to see straight through her… It all added up to someone she could never quite believe was real. He’d always been larger than life to her, even before the fame. Back when they were younger, when they were just two young adults with dreams and no idea where life would take them.
But then, his life had soared into stardom, and hers had stayed grounded in the corporate world. He became Harry Styles—the Harry Styles—and she remained his best friend, hidden away from the glamour of his world. She had watched as women swooned over him, throwing themselves at his feet, and she had silently swallowed her feelings. She knew she could never compete. He was out of her league, in every possible way.
And yet, sitting here next to him, as close as they were, it was impossible not to be reminded of just how deep her feelings for him ran. His presence had always had this effect on her, an electric undercurrent that made her skin tingle and her heart pound just a little harder. She stole a glance at him over the top of her book. He was engrossed in whatever he was reading, completely unaware of the thoughts swirling in her mind.
That’s what made it all so painful—he would never see her that way. She was just Y/N, his best mate, his confidant. The one person who was always there, but never the one he looked at with desire. She felt a knot tighten in her chest as she allowed herself, for just a moment, to imagine what it would be like if things were different. If she were someone else. If he saw her the way she saw him.
As if sensing her gaze, Harry suddenly looked up, catching her in the act. His lips twitched into a small, knowing smile, and he set his book down on the coffee table.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked, his voice low, breaking the silence between them. His eyes locked onto hers, and the way he studied her made her feel exposed, as though he could read her thoughts without her saying a word. “You’ve been staring at that same page for ages.”
Y/N quickly dropped her gaze, closing the book to avoid his probing eyes. “It’s nothing,” she mumbled, though the heat rising to her cheeks gave her away.
He tilted his head, not buying it for a second. “Come on,” he coaxed, a teasing edge to his voice. “Spill it. I know you. You’ve got that look.”
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to laugh it off. “What look?”
“The one where you’re overthinking everything,” he said, leaning back against the couch, still watching her closely. His gaze softened. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?”
Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as Harry’s green eyes bore into hers, his expression filled with gentle concern. She had always struggled to lie to him. Whenever he looked at her like that, like he truly cared, she felt like he could see right through her. The panic rose quickly, threatening to bubble over, and she knew she had to say something—anything—to steer the conversation away from the thoughts that were tangled up in her mind.
She blurted out the first thing that came to her. “My cousin’s getting married.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. “Which cousin?”
Y/N let out a long sigh, glad for the distraction, though the topic she’d chosen wasn’t much better. “The worst one. Out of the three, I mean. You know, the one who’s always got something to say about everything. Perfect life, perfect fiancé, perfect job… perfect everything.”
Harry’s expression softened into one of amused sympathy. He knew exactly the kind of family pressure Y/N was talking about. He stretched out his legs, making himself more comfortable, as if settling in for a story. “Ah, her. That sounds like fun,” he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking her legs beneath her as she faced him. “It’s not just her. It’s the whole family. They’re all so excited, and for some reason, they’re all hell-bent on me bringing a date.” She threw her hands up in frustration. “I don’t even have a boyfriend, but everyone keeps asking if I’m bringing someone. They’re already assuming I’m going to show up with a ‘plus one,’ and I just… I don’t want to deal with the humiliation of telling them I’m still single. Again.”
Harry’s brow furrowed slightly as he listened, a small frown tugging at his lips. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at her thoughtfully. “Y/N, you don’t owe anyone an explanation. If you don’t want to bring someone, then don’t. Your family’s expectations shouldn’t dictate your happiness.”
Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. “I know, but it’s just… hard. It’s like they see me as incomplete because I don’t have someone.” She let out a bitter laugh. “They don’t understand that I’m happy with my life. But at a wedding, it’s like a flashing neon sign that I’m alone.”
Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. “I know, but it’s just… hard. It’s like they see me as incomplete because I don’t have someone.” She let out a bitter laugh. “They don’t understand that I’m happy with my life. But at a wedding, it’s like a flashing neon sign that I’m alone.”
The room fell silent for a moment as Harry absorbed her words, his gaze softening even further. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but then paused, seemingly deep in thought.
Y/N bit her lip, realizing she was rambling, but it was easier to talk about this than the real issue she was trying to avoid. And with Harry sitting so close, his concern for her so palpable, it made her feel even more off-balance. Every time he cared, every time he listened so intently, it reminded her of how much she longed for something more than just friendship.
But that wasn’t an option. Not with him. So, she buried it all under the wedding invitation and the pressures from her family, hoping it would be enough to keep him from asking more.
Harry studied her for a long moment, eyes searching her face like he could sense there was something more she wasn’t saying. He tilted his head slightly, lips pressing together in that way he always did when he was thinking hard.
“Is that really why you’re freaking out?” he asked gently, his voice laced with quiet skepticism.
Y/N felt her stomach twist, the question catching her off guard. She hated how easily he could see through her, but she wasn’t about to crack. Not when it came to her deeper feelings. So, she nodded quickly, clutching onto the family wedding excuse like a lifeline. “Yes, it is. It’s a big issue, Harry. Every time I visit my family, it just… it tears me down a little more. They make me feel like I’m somehow falling behind because I don’t have someone. It’s exhausting.”
He sighed softly, his eyes softening with sympathy, though there was still a trace of doubt in his gaze. Without saying anything more, he leaned back against the couch and picked up his book again, his fingers absently running along the spine.
For a few minutes, silence fell between them, the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of turning pages the only sounds filling the room. Y/N watched him out of the corner of her eye, heart still racing from the close call. She didn’t know what she’d do if he pushed further—if he managed to pry open the lid she’d been keeping on her feelings. She shifted in her seat, trying to focus on her book, but the words refused to make sense.
Then, just as she was beginning to lose herself in her own anxious thoughts, Harry broke the silence.
“I’ve got an easy solution,” he said suddenly, his voice calm and casual, like he hadn’t just spent several minutes in contemplative silence. He didn’t even look up from his book. “I’ll go with you.”
Y/N blinked, his words not quite registering at first. “What?”
He glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll be your date. To the wedding,” he clarified, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Problem solved.”
Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to catch up. “You… you’re serious?” She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Harry Styles, her best friend—and secret crush—offering to be her date to her cousin’s wedding?
“Of course,” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. “If it’ll make things easier for you, I’m in. I’ll go, smile for the family, and be the perfect distraction. You won’t have to deal with any awkward questions about being single.”
Y/N stared at him, stunned. He made it sound so simple, like it was no trouble at all. But for her, it was anything but simple. Having him at her side, pretending to be her date, while she tried to keep her feelings under control… It sounded like both a dream and a nightmare all at once.
She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “Harry, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he interrupted, closing his book and turning his full attention to her now. His gaze was steady, sincere. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. If this is stressing you out, let me help. I’d be happy to go with you.”
Her heart swelled at his words, warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of him being there, by her side, at a time when she felt most vulnerable. But at the same time, the reality of pretending—of standing next to him, feeling things she shouldn’t, knowing it was all just for show—made her feel dizzy.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost unsure.
Harry’s smile widened into that familiar, mischievous grin. “Positive. And besides, who wouldn’t want to show off a date like me?” he teased, his tone light, but his eyes still holding that warm, comforting sincerity.
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her anxiety easing just a little. Maybe, just maybe, having Harry with her wouldn’t be so bad. It might even be the perfect distraction—from her family, and from her feelings. If she could keep them in check, that is.
“He’s going with you?!” Maddie’s voice echoed through the apartment, loud and full of disbelief.
Y/N, sitting cross-legged on the floor in her bedroom, groaned and yelled back, “I know!”
Maddie appeared in the doorway a second later, her eyes wide with shock and excitement. “Harry Styles—your best friend and international superstar—is going to a wedding with you. As your date. This is… this is insane!”
Y/N let out a half-laugh, half-sigh as she flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Trust me, I’m still trying to process it.”
Maddie crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Okay, let’s go over the logistics because this is a lot to unpack. First of all, the wedding is a whole weekend, right?”
“Yeah,” Y/N muttered, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “It’s in Edinburgh, so we’re going up on Friday, staying until Sunday. Two full days of family, dinners, receptions, and a ton of small talk.”
“And Harry knows this?” Maddie asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
Y/N bit her lip, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “No, not exactly.”
Maddie’s eyes widened even further. “Wait, so you haven’t told him it’s a whole weekend thing? What if he backs out when he realizes it’s not just a one-night event?”
Y/N sat up straighter, her anxiety returning in full force. “I mean, I hope he won’t. He offered so casually, but I didn’t get into all the details.” She winced, feeling a bit guilty for not being completely upfront. “It’s just... he said yes so easily, and I didn’t want to overwhelm him with everything all at once.”
Maddie shook her head, pacing the room in thought. “Okay, well, you’ve got to tell him. He’s going to need to know what he’s signing up for. The last thing you want is him backing out last minute.”
“I know,” Y/N agreed, sighing. “I’ll tell him tomorrow. I just… I really hope he doesn’t change his mind. It’s already going to be awkward enough dealing with my family, and having Harry there is the only thing keeping me sane.”
Maddie stopped pacing and turned to her with a mischievous smile. “Well, there’s something else we need to focus on.”
“What’s that?” Y/N asked, dreading the answer.
“Your outfits!” Maddie exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “This is a wedding weekend in Edinburgh with Harry as your date. You need to look absolutely perfect every single day.”
Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Maddie, please don’t make this into a fashion show. I’m already freaking out as it is.”
Her roommate crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside her, nudging her playfully. “Listen, if you want your family to shut up about you being single, you’ve got to show up looking like the best version of yourself. And besides…” She shot her a knowing look. “It wouldn’t hurt for Harry to see you in a new light.”
Y/N peeked up at her through her fingers. “What do you mean?”
Maddie grinned. “Come on, Y/N. You’ve had a crush on him for as long as I’ve known you. Maybe this is the chance to finally turn his head, you know? If he’s going to be by your side all weekend, you might as well look stunning while you’re at it.”
Y/N’s heart fluttered at the thought, but she quickly shook her head. “Harry doesn’t see me that way, Mads. He’s going because he’s a good friend. That’s it.”
“Maybe. But maybe not,” Maddie said with a wink. “Either way, we’re going to make sure you look incredible. Now, where’s that suitcase of yours? We’ve got some planning to do.”
The next day, Y/N stood outside Harry’s house, a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. She smiled as she reached for the familiar key in her pocket, the one Harry had given her ages ago. She slipped it into the lock, the click of the door unlocking bringing a sense of comfort. Harry’s house had always felt like a second home to her—sometimes more of a home than her own apartment, if she was honest.
Walking inside, the familiar scent fresh linen greeted her, making her feel instantly at ease. She made her way into the kitchen, glancing around at the cozy space before setting the flowers down on the counter. After a quick search for a vase, she arranged them carefully, letting out a satisfied sigh once they were settled. The bright colors of the flowers added a little warmth to the room, something she liked doing whenever she visited.
“Harry?” she called out, already heading towards the back of the house and into the familiar hallway that led to his bedroom.
“Closet!” his voice echoed, slightly muffled, from somewhere in the bedroom.
She stepped inside, smiling to herself. His bedroom looked like it always did—neatly chaotic, with a mix of designer clothes and random bits of his life scattered about. But one thing caught her eye immediately: his Gucci suitcase, already lying open on the floor, ready to be packed.
He’s really going through with it, she thought, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside her.
As she approached the closet, Harry emerged, fresh out of the shower, a towel slung low around his hips. His damp curls clung to his forehead, and water still glistened on his skin. He caught her eye and grinned.
“Didn’t hear you come in,” he said, toweling off his hair as he glanced down at the suitcase. “I figured I’d start getting things ready for this weekend. here we come.”
Y/N chuckled, leaning against the doorway of his closet. “You’re already ahead of me. I haven’t even started packing yet.”
Harry shot her a playful look. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you choose your outfits. You know I have opinions.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, her heart lightened by his teasing. But as she looked at him—standing there so casually, like this whole wedding weekend was no big deal—a knot formed in her chest. It was all starting to feel very real, and the idea of spending an entire weekend with him, pretending he was her date, was starting to feel overwhelming. Still, she couldn’t deny how good it felt to be in his presence, the one place where everything seemed a little less complicated.
Y/N lingered by the doorway of Harry’s closet, watching as he continued to dry his hair, the smell of his cologne mixing with the steam from his shower. She glanced again at the Gucci suitcase on the floor, neatly positioned and ready to be packed. A wave of guilt hit her. She hadn’t told him everything yet—about the wedding being an entire weekend event.
Clearing her throat, she shifted her weight. “So, uh, Harry… there’s something I need to mention about the wedding.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, still toweling his hair, his grin never faltering. “What’s that? Do I need to brush up on my dance moves?”
She let out a small laugh, then bit her lip. “It’s not just the wedding ceremony, you know. It’s kind of… a whole weekend thing.”
He stopped drying his hair, the towel resting on his shoulders as he turned to face her fully. “A whole weekend?”
Y/N nodded, her heart picking up its pace. “Yeah. It’s in Edinburgh, and there’s a dinner on Friday, the ceremony and reception on Saturday, and a brunch on Sunday. It’s like… a three-day event.”
For a moment, Harry just stared at her, blinking. His eyes searched her face, processing what she’d just said.
“Wait, so it’s a full-on wedding extravaganza?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Y/N nodded again, suddenly feeling sheepish. “Yeah, I should’ve mentioned that before. But I didn’t want to scare you off.”
Harry let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Scare me off? Y/N, I’m already committed to this. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He tossed the towel aside and crossed the room, leaning casually against the wall beside her. “A weekend in Edinburgh with you? Honestly, that sounds like a good time.”
Y/N’s eyes flickered with relief, though a part of her was still nervous. “You sure? I mean, it’s a lot—my family, the pressure… all of it.”
Harry shrugged, giving her a reassuring smile. “I’ve done crazier things. Plus, I’m kind of looking forward to charming your family.” His grin widened, eyes sparkling. “So, when do we leave?”
Y/N smiled, her chest filling with warmth. He really wasn’t backing out. He was in this with her, and somehow, the weekend ahead didn’t seem so daunting anymore.
Y/N and Harry sat cross-legged on the floor of his living room, plates of Indian takeout spread across the coffee table. The comforting aroma of curry and naan filled the room as they half-watched How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days playing on the TV. They had seen it a million times, but it never got old—Harry always laughed at the same parts, and Y/N always teased him for knowing the lines better than she did.
As Y/N scooped up a bite of butter chicken with a piece of naan, she noticed Harry glancing at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. She raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. “What’s that look for?”
Harry grinned, leaning back against the couch, plate balanced on his lap. “I was just thinking about the wedding.”
“Please don’t remind me,” Y/N groaned, shaking her head. “I’m still processing the fact that you’re actually going.”
“Don’t worry, I’m still all in,” Harry assured her, nudging her playfully. “But I had a thought… Why don’t we drive to Edinburgh?”
Y/N blinked, lowering her fork. “Drive? Like, from here to Edinburgh? That’s over eight hours, H.”
“Exactly!” he said, his eyes lighting up like it was the best idea he’d ever had. “Think about it—if we drive, we have complete control. If things get weird at the wedding, we’ll have a getaway car. No waiting around for flights or relying on anyone. We can just leave whenever we want.”
Y/N gave him a skeptical look. “You’re planning our escape before we’ve even arrived?”
He shrugged, popping a piece of naan into his mouth. “I like to be prepared. And besides, it’s not just about the escape plan. We’d get a proper road trip! Snacks, music, random stops at those little roadside places—remember the last time we did a long drive?”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the memory. “Yeah, and you made us stop at every service station just to try the food.”
Harry’s grin widened. “Exactly! Imagine all the snacks we could pack—crisps, chocolate, samosas. And the music—oh, the music! I’ll make the ultimate road trip playlist. We’ll sing along the whole way, windows down, no stress.”
Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “You just want an excuse to sing loudly and off-key, don’t you?”
“Hey, I have excellent taste in road trip tunes,” he said, pointing a fork at her in mock offense. “Besides, don’t you think it’d be fun? Eight hours in the car, just us, no rush.”
She tilted her head, contemplating the idea for a moment. As much as she loved the thought of a carefree road trip with Harry, she was more focused on practicality. “Look, I get it. But it’s just… flying is so much quicker. We’ll be there in less than two hours, and we won’t be exhausted by the time we get there. We need our energy for my family and the whole wedding thing.”
Harry leaned back against the couch, pouting playfully. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
She looked over at Harry, who was now munching on a piece of naan with an expectant grin on his face. He seemed to sense her change of heart and glanced up, eyebrows raised in question.
“You know,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence, “Let’s do it!”.
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Really? Are you serious?”
Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, why not? It could be fun. And I guess having the car would be good for flexibility. If we need a quick escape or just want to explore a bit…”
a/n: in honour of the manchester city winning the champions league last night, (which for fictional purposes, harry plays for manchester city and is a die hard fan.) here’s a cute lil concept i came up with, enjoy my huns.🫶 🫶
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in which, you’ve been there since day one when it comes to the love of your life’s football journey, ten years on and your husband harry finally has the chance to play in a me of the biggest games of his career, with your support, he can take on anything, you’ll always be his number one girl.
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It was a bright sunny day in July, the sun was shining down against your body as your sunglasses rested on the bridge of your nose, you hair tied up in a high ponytail as you sat on the bench in the park where you were waiting for your boyfriend, Harry.
You were both eighteen when the two of you met, and your relationship had definitely been a whirl wind, it was when you were in the gym, you had just come out of college and wanted to go and get in a quick work out before heading home, he had helped you do the weights when he could see that you needed a bit of help.
Harry was the most perfect boyfriend, he was sports crazy. He loved to play football and it was his lifelong dream to play with Manchester City one day, it would make him the happiest man on earth if that ever happened. He had invited you to the games he played with his local team, and you were always there wearing a shirt with his name on the back of it, cheering him on along with his Mother, Sister and Step-father.
"(Y/N)!" A voice shouted as he approached you, making you remove the sunglasses you were wearing to see who it was.
Your eyes settled on your boyfriend, who was running towards you with wide eyes. "You won't believe what just happened!"
"What? What happened?" You asked, standing up and approaching him, what can you say, your curiosity had piqued.
"I just got scouted by Manchester City!"
He was barely able to contain his excitement as he showed you the piece of paper that he was holding in his hands.
Your eyes widened in surprise, chancing a look down at the letter and letting your eyes skim over it briefly before looking back at him. "What? Are you serious?"
Harry nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I went to this football camp yesterday, and one of the coaches was from Man City. He saw me play, and he said he was impressed with my skills and wanted me to try out for their academy."
His dream was finally coming true.
This was all he had wanted since you had known him, and now he had finally got it, you couldn't be any more prouder than you were right now.
You felt proud of Harry's achievement and leaned forward to hug him tightly. "That's amazing, H! I always knew you had it in you."
He grinned widely. "Thanks, babe! I couldn't have done it without your support."
You didn't think that you played a massive part in his journey, you hadn't known him when his football journey started, you had only come into his life recently so really, the ones supporting him where his family.
"I promise to come watch you play," You enthused, smiling at your boyfriend. "I'll be cheering you on from the side lines."
That was a promise.
Harry smiled back at you, leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "Thank you, (Y/N). You're the best girlfriend ever."
As you opened your eyes on the Tenth of June, 2023, a sense of warmth encased your body, as you turned on your side and slid your arm around your fiancé's waist, snuggling in closer to him like you did every morning.
The sunlight filtered through the curtains, as you lifted your head up slightly to see that your fiancé was fast asleep, eyes closed and face relaxed, breathing steady.
Today was the day, today was the day of the Champions League Final, and your fiancé, Harry was playing in it.
The final was taking place in Istanbul, Turkey and you had flown out to support him seeing as you absolutely wouldn’t miss it for the world. This was his day and his day only.
You knew for a fact how nervous he was feeling, it was one of the biggest games of his career and he had been explaining to you all along that he couldn't mess today up, too many people were relying on him to perform well.
Knowing that he had to get up soon, you gently shook his shoulder and run another hand through his curls (that desperately needed a trim) so that he would flutter his eyes open. "Wake up, sleepy head."
You watched as the man you loved groaned slightly before opening his eyes up and letting his green orbs land on your figure that was resting next to him. He ran a hand through his own hair before sitting up in the bed and entwining your fingers together liked you usually did in the mornings.
"Morning," His raspy voice murmured, as he pressed a kiss to your lips, not caring about the morning breath you both had. "Today's the day...I can't believe it."
You sat up a tiny bit more, and offered him a reassuring smile. "Stop thinking what I know your thinking and just listen to me for a second, your going to do great, you always do, stop worrying and just think positive."
Thinking back to ten years ago when Harry surprised you with the news that he had been scouted by his boy hood team, you knew that he would be going places one day, and he had.
Over the course of his ten year career, he had scored important goals, but not once had he played in a Champions League Final, the last time Manchester City were in the final back in 2021, (where they were beaten by Chelsea.) your fiancé was injured with an ACL injury and couldn't play. It was agonising seeing him in so much pain.
You found him sat on the sofa, head in his hands, as his leg was outstretched on the coffee table, crutches resting next to him, the tv was playing in the background, but you could only focus on him.
Harry had recently torn his ACL in the last game he played, the game right before the 2021 Champions League Final, he had been looking forward to the game all season and now, he had nothing to look forward to.
He was devastated that he wouldn't be able to play for at least nine months.
"H," you gained his attention, taking a seat next to him and placing a hand on his thigh. "Talk to me, what's going on inside that head of yours?"
"I just can't believe that this happened," He spoke, voice laced with emotion. "I've been working so hard for this, and now it's all for nothing."
You were in the crowd when you saw him get tackled by a Liverpool player. He went straight down onto the floor, holding his knee, and soon had to be stretchered off the pitch by the medics, your heart broke in half for him.
He had to be rushed straight to the hospital for a surgery and that was when the doctors confirmed that he would be out for the rest of the season and would just be back in time for the world cup.
"I know, sweet boy," You nodded your head, resting your head on his shoulder and inhaling his familiar scent. "But you have to remember that they're will be other games, you'll have plenty of opportunities to score in the FA cup final, I've got faith in you, we all do."
"But this was the Champions League Final," He lifted his head and let out a small sniffle as he wiped at his under eyes. "It's like the biggest game of the season...I wanted to be out there with my team."
"I know you did," You sympathised. "And everyone on that team knows just how hard you have been working, you've been working harder then anyone else, but you have to understand that they'll want you to take care of yourself, that's all they'll want."
He then leaned his head slightly against your shoulder and heard him let out a small sigh, another tear falling down his cheeks." I just hate feeling like I let everyone down."
"H, listen to me, you did not let a single person down," You informed him firmly, making him smile slightly at your tone of voice, despite the ache his leg was currently feeling. "You got hurt, and that is no ones fault except that pricky Liverpool player, your still an important part of the team even if your not out there with them in the dug out."
He looked up at you with red rimmed eyes. "Thank you."
You kissed his forehead. "Anytime, baby, anytime."
“Today is the day,” You nodded, placing a reassuring smile, “— are you feeling okay?”
You knew for a fact that he would be feeling a multitude of emotions today, every time he played in an important game, he always got too caught up in his thoughts and feelings.
“I just can’t seem to shake my nerves,” He let out a deep breath, turning to look at your face with solace as he confessed what was going on in his head. “The pressure is just so overwhelming sometimes, all I can think about is what if I make a mistake? What if I let the team down?”
“Listen to me for a second, sweet boy,” You slid closer to him, wrapping an arm even tighter around his waist, trying to ground him for a moment. “You are talented, dedicated and even stronger than you think you are. You’ve been training for this moment for as long as I can remember.”
You heard him take in a small breath as you continued to speak. “Trust in yourself, believe in your ability just like I do, just like all your fans do.”
His gaze appeared to soften as he took in your words, finding comfort in what you had to say.
“It’s such a significant game,”Your fiancé began to explain, voice small. “— sometimes I can’t help but feel this immense pressure, I want to give my all to the team and our supporters.”
You nodded understandingly and sat up in the bed so that you were the same level, the hotel duvet pooling your waists, his bare torso on display whilst you had on an oversized shirt of his and a pair of his boxer shorts.
You rested your head on his shoulder, not before pressing a kiss to it. “You’ve come so far my love, remember the strength and resilience that you have shown time and time again, no matter the challenges that you have faced, remember that this is your time to shine.”
“Your right,” He spoke, the lines of worry that were etched on his face slowly disappearing as he seemed to acknowledge what you were saying to him. “— I’ve worked so hard to be here, nothings going to be holding me back out here on the pitch.”
A soft sound broke out through the Turkish hotel room, a gentle stirring if you must erupting from the foot of the bed you and your husband were currently resting in.
That indicated that your two year old was awake.
“Mama…dada…” Your little one cried out, voice filled to the brim with innocence and affection upon setting his sights on the two of us.
A smile appeared on your face and Harry’s eyes filled with delight.
“He’s awake.” You murmured as you stood up from the bed and made your way towards the crib that your son was standing up in.
Hunter Robin Styles.
Born four weeks after the 2021 champions league final, the perfect addition to your lives.
He was his father’s replica, brown curls settled onto his head, green eyes that resembled the colour of emeralds and dimples indented in his cheeks.
As you scooped him up into your arms, he rested his head against your shoulder, thumb instinctively entering his mouth.
The two of you returned back to bed to join your husband, Hunter scurrying over to his father like the total daddies boy he is and you moved closer to cuddle into Harry, wanting to feel his warmth once again.
The conversation shifted now that your son was on the bed, weaving in and out of words exchanged between the two of you and the laughter of little Hunter. It was a symphony of love, a reminder of the family that anchored your husband's heart amidst the chaos of the final. As a family, you spoke of dreams and hopes, fears and aspirations, all while your little one basked in the warmth of Harry’s embrace.
The conversation once again drifted, this time the past made its way into our thoughts as Harry’s voice began to tremble ever so slightly as he spoke.
“I couldn’t play last time due to my injury,” He spoke in a voice so soft that you almost didn’t hear it. “— it’s been haunting me since forever, but now this opportunity is presented to me again, I’m going to make every second count, there’s no doubt about it.”
“You’ve already won battles no one ever thought you could overcome.” You squeezed his hand reassuringly, reminding him of his bravery and resilience, as Hunter played with the cross necklace dangling around his neck. “— you need to remember that your worth is not defined by an injury, your an incredible footballer and I’m not just saying that because I’m entitled to, me and Hunter love you, we’re insanely proud of you, we always will be.”
Little Hunter looked between the two of you with sparkling eyes filled with admiration, and that when was Harry realised the he had a family that loved him unconditionally.
The hotel restaurant emanated an atmosphere you could only describe as tranquil as you sat at a table eating lunch with Hunter, Anne and Gemma.
Other family members from the team were also in the restaurant, when you were entering you had waved to Jack Grealish’s mum and dad, had a small conversation with Erling Haaland girlfriend and ruffled Phil Foden’s son's hair.
Little Hunter sat comfortable in his stroller after he refused to sit in a high chair, he was staring at his surroundings with curiosity filled eyes.
As your eyes glanced down at the menu, the three of us women engaged in a delightful conversation, halfway through, you spotted your son reaching towards the table where the basket of bread was located.
“Are you getting hungry, sweet boy?” You asked, leaning forward in your seat slightly so that you could meet his gaze. “— our food is going to be here soon, don’t worry, angel baby.”
Hunter’s face scrunched up slightly and he threw his head back with a small whine, his toddler babble mixed with his gestures, making it clear that he wanted to be part of the dining experience.
Harry’s sister, Gemma, chuckled, her eyes showing clear signs of amusement. “He seems to be quite the food enthusiast, takes after H.”
“Oh one hundred percent,” Anne, Harry’s mother, agreed, letting out a small chuckle. “He’s certainly inherited his fathers love for good food.”
Understanding your son's eagerness to join the table, you unfastened the stroller straps and carefully lifted him out. He squirmed with excitement, his chubby legs kicking in anticipation as he settled into a high chair beside you.
"Now you can see all the delicious dishes, just like us!" You exclaimed, placing a colourful bib around your son's neck. "You're officially part of the lunchtime feast."
Our son's face lit up with glee, his wide eyes scanning the table, eagerly awaiting the culinary delights. He pointed at the plates, naming the different foods as best he could, his baby gibberish filling the air.
As your meals arrived, a symphony of mouth watering aromas filled the air, and your taste buds tingled with anticipation. The three of you savoured each bite, sharing anecdotes and laughter, while Hunter observed intently, his eyes fixed on the delectable dishes.
"I think he wants to try everything," Anne said, chuckling as she noticed her grandson's animated gestures.
Gemma reached over and playfully offered a spoonful of mashed potatoes to her nephew.
"Here you go, little food critic," she said, grinning. "Tell us what you think."
Hunter’s eyes widened, and he eagerly accepted the spoon, tasting the creamy potatoes. His face lit up with delight, and he clapped his hands, a clear sign of his approval.
"He definitely has his father's discerning palate," You mused, exchanging knowing glances with the two women you called family.
As you continued your feast, your son became an active participant in the lunchtime conversation. His babbling intermingled with your dialogue, adding an innocent charm to the atmosphere.
Gemma once again leaned closer to your son, her voice filled with affection. "Tell us, little one, what do you think of this restaurant? Is it worthy of a future family gathering?"
Hunter responded with an enthusiastic nod, his face beaming with joy. His tiny hands clapped, as if applauding the notion of future family celebrations in this very place.
“So how’s Harry feeling about the final tonight?” Anne asked, regarding her son as she leaned forward ever so slightly.
A small smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you contemplated her question and thought about an answer. “— he’s definitely feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.”
“He’s been training diligently for this moment his whole life,” Gemma added, a touch of pride evident in the way she spoke about her younger brother. “It’s such a significant match for him, for the whole team even.”
“He’s eager to get on the pitch and give it his all,” You nodded in agreement, your heart swelling with admiration. “But the weight of the final definitely comes with its fair share of pressure.”
“Tell him that we’re going to be in the crowd and supporting him.” Anne told you.
You knew for a fact when you had a chance to tell this to Harry he would feel a lot better then he would be, knowing his mother and sister were backing him was all he really wanted.
“Of course,” A warm smile spread across your face, you were touched by her words. “I'll definitely tell him his biggest fans are rooting for him.”
Leaning down to look at your son who was sitting in his high chair with mashed up avocado lingering on his hands, you spoke to him, wanting to involve him in the conversation. “—Daddy has a very important football match tonight, he’s going to make us all proud, isn't he?”
Elijah’s face lit up with a radiant smile, his tiny hands clapping together in excitement.
"Daddy!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with adoration for the father he idolised.
Anne chuckled warmly, her eyes gleaming with affection. "He knows, doesn't he? Even at his young age, he understands the significance."
You nodded, a sense of pride swelling within your chest. "Children have an incredible intuition, They can sense the love and anticipation that surrounds them."
As the early evening settled in Turkey, you led Hunter to the en-suite bathroom located in your hotel room, his hand holding onto yours as he held his light blue baby blanket in his hand.
His blanket was a present that Anne had knitted him when he was first born and he still to this day went everywhere with it.
Bath time was definitely one of Hunter’s favourite times of the day. He liked it even more when Harry would be the one bathing him, but he was often at training so he never really got the chance to.
The bath was already filled up, bubbles resting on the top of it and a few rubber duckies and other bath toys floating in the water.
"Are you ready for a fun bath, angel baby?" You asked, lifting him into the tub filled with warm, bubbly water. "We need to get all squeaky clean before the game!"
Your son giggled, splashing the water with delight, his tiny hands reaching out for his favourite bath toys. As you gently washed him, the two of you engaged in playful banter, his infectious laughter filling the room.
His laugh sounded so much like his fathers.
“Mama,” Hunter gained your attention. “— quack, quack!”
You nodded in encouragement as he presented you with the rubber duck he was holding. “Yeah a ducky does go quack quack, you're such a clever little boy.”
About thirty seconds later, the two year old seemed to get bored of the duck he was playing with and threw it back down in the water, and that was when you got the perfect opportunity to put some bath wash on a sponge and clean over his petite body.
Hunter squirmed a little bit and tried to wiggle away from you but you were quicker and knew his movements like the back of your hand and held him softly in place.
Once he was out of the bath and dried off, you decided to take him into the main area of the hotel room where you grabbed a miniature sized jersey out of his suitcase.
“Alright, arms up, angel baby.” You held the shirt in your hands and slipped the shirt over his head smoothly.
Once the shirt was situated on his body, you smoothed down his brown curls that had become slightly dishevelled due to the friction of the shirt.
He was clad in a Manchester City shirt with the shirts, socks and toddler football boots.
Instead of having his name on the back, he had ‘𝙳𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚈’ and number ‘𝟷𝟽’ on the back of it.
Once you had gotten Hunter ready, you decided to take a shower yourself, the two year old followed you into the bathroom.
As the warm water cascaded over your body, you took a moment to relax, the sound of rushing water creating a serene backdrop. Your son, perched on the bathroom floor, watched with curiosity as you applied a gentle face cleanser and let the steam envelop you.
With the shower complete, you stepped out onto the bath mat, a towel wrapped around your body. Your son clapped his hands in approval, appreciating the simplicity of the post-shower routine.
"Now it's time for mommy to get ready," You explained, brushing your damp hair and reaching for your makeup bag. "We want to look our best when we cheer for Daddy!"
Hunter observed attentively, his big eyes studying your every move.
"What's that, Mommy?" he asked, pointing to the makeup brushes.
You chuckled softly, giving him a gentle explanation.
"This is called makeup, sweetheart. It helps enhance our natural beauty," You replied, dabbing a bit of foundation onto your skin.
As you continued applying makeup, your son's curiosity grew. He mimicked your actions, using his fingers to pretend to apply his own makeup, a charming sight that filled your heart with warmth.
After finishing your makeup, you turned to your suitcase, selecting a Manchester City shirt of your own with ‘𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝟷𝟽’ on the back of its.
Tour son toddled over, his eyes bright with anticipation.
"We’re matching, Mommy!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with innocence and adoration.
You scooped him up into your arms, holding him close.
"Thank you, my love. Now we're both ready to cheer for Daddy," you replied, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
As you sat in the stands of the Atatürk Olympic Stadium, surrounded by fellow Manchester City supporters and in a box with the family members for the team members, your heart was pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Harry was about to showcase his skills on the grand stage.
Beside you were his mother, Anne, and his sister, Gemma, both filled with anticipation and pride.
Your two-year-old son was perched on your lap, his wide eyes filled with wonder as he took in the electric atmosphere. The noise from the roaring crowd seemed to mesmerise him, but as the game kicked off, it wasn't long before the excitement overwhelmed his little body. Hunter's eyelids grew heavy, and he soon succumbed to the exhaustion of the day, drifting into a peaceful slumber.
"He's out like a light," Anne chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "It's quite a spectacle, isn't it? I can hardly believe our Harry is here, playing in the final."
Gemma nodded, her eyes shining with pride. "He's worked so hard for this moment. It's incredible to see him on this stage. I'm so proud of him."
The match unfolded with breathtaking speed and intensity.
Manchester City displayed their trademark attacking prowess, weaving intricate passes and creating scoring opportunities. The crowd's excitement was infectious, and the chants of "City! City!" reverberated throughout the stadium.
Anne leaned closer, her voice filled with excitement. "Do you remember when Daniel used to kick a ball around in the backyard? He always dreamed of playing on a big stage like this. And now, here he is!"
That was true, when you first met Harry, he used to invite you to the park all the time and you would always be kicking a ball about with him, now he got to teach his son the same things he taught you.
A roar erupted from the crowd as Manchester City came close to scoring.
Gemma jumped to her feet, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Come on! Score that goal!"
As the game progressed, the tension mounted. The opposing team proved to be a formidable adversary, putting up a strong defence and launching swift counterattacks.
The match seemed like a true battle of titans, with both teams leaving everything on the field.
"He's playing brilliantly, isn't he?" You whispered to Anne, nodding toward your fiancé , who was skillfully manoeuvring through defenders.
Anne beamed, her eyes shimmering with pride. "He's always had that talent, that special something. It's as if he was born to play football. Look at him out there, giving it his all."
Suddenly, the referee blew the whistle for halftime. As the players retreated to the dressing room, you gently shifted Hunter's weight on your lap, careful not to wake him.
The buzz of excitement filled the air as we joined the other Manchester City family members near the tunnel, eager to offer our support and encouragement.
You watched as the man you loved emerged, sweat dripping down his face, but a determined glint in his eyes.
He approached were the four of you were standing, pressing a short kiss to your lips and mustering how much he loved you, you and him exchanged brief words of encouragement, his gratitude shining through.
He kissed Hunter's forehead gently, whispering, "Daddy's going to bring that trophy home for you, little man."
Back in your seats, the second half kicked off with renewed intensity.
The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as Manchester City pushed forward, relentlessly seeking that winning goal. The opposition fought back, with bone-crunching tackles and acrobatic saves from their goalkeeper.
With each near-miss and near-goal, your emotions soared and plummeted. You all held your breath with every shot, every corner, and every daring run. The tension was palpable, but you remained hopeful.
Suddenly, a collective gasp swept through the crowd as Manchester City was awarded a penalty.
Gemma grabbed your arm, her voice trembling with excitement. "This is it! H, can do this!"
There was no doubt within the squad that your Harry was the designated penalty taker for the team, he was a forward and The Manchester City manager Pep Guardiola had given Harry the responsibility for them.
This was his moment.
This was his time to shine.
The stadium fell into a hushed silence as Harry stepped up to take the penalty. His focus was unwavering as he placed the ball on the spot, the weight of the entire season resting on his shoulders. The opposing goalkeeper eyed him intently, trying to psych him out.
"Come on, Haz! You've got this!" You whispered, your voice filled with hope.
Gemma and Anne joined in, their voices merging with your own. "You've trained for this moment, Harry ! Show them what you're made of!"
You watched with bated breath as Harry took a deep breath, blocking out the noise around him.
He began his run-up, his strides purposeful and determined. The moment his foot made contact with the ball, it soared towards the goal, driven by the sheer force of his will.
Time seemed to slow down as you watched the ball sail through the air, evading the outstretched hands of the goalkeeper. The net rippled as the ball found its rightful place, and the stadium erupted into a chorus of cheers, applause, and chants of victory.
"He did it! He scored!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with elation. Hunter stirred in my arms, his eyes fluttering open as if sensing the surge of joy around him.
Anne wiped away tears of joy, her voice trembling with pride. "That's our boy! He's done it!"
Gemma wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace, joining in the celebration. "I knew he had it in him. What a moment!"
Manchester City we’re one nil up.
Not only that, but your Harry had scored.
He had scored in a final.
After all the heartbreak that he endured in the last final back in 2021, he had scored and put his team one point ahead.
You were beyond proud of him.
As the game continued, Manchester City pressed on with newfound confidence. The energy of Harry’s goal had ignited the team, fueling their determination to secure the trophy.
They fought fiercely, defending against the opposing team's attacks and launching their own relentless assault.
With every minute that ticked by, your anticipation grew. The final whistle drew nearer, and the realisation that victory was within reach became palpable.
The stadium buzzed with excitement, as if the crowd could taste the impending triumph.
And then, as the final whistle pierced the air, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar. Manchester City had emerged as the victors of the Champions League final. Ecstasy washed over you as you witnessed Harry and his teammates embrace, their joy overflowing.
Hunter clapped his tiny hands, mirroring the celebration around him.
“Yay, Daddy!" he squealed, his eyes filled with innocent delight.
The three of you joined Hunter's applause, your voices joining the chorus of cheers reverberating throughout the stadium.
Tears of joy streamed down your faces as you reveled in this extraordinary moment, a memory etched in our hearts forever.
You Harry had won the Champions League for his team.
With tears of elation streaming down your face, the three of you including little Hunter joined the chorus of chants, shouting, "City! City!"
Your eyes never left the pitch once as you anxiously waited for the moment when your lover and his teammates would lift the trophy high above their heads.
You all watched as the opposing team collected there runners up medals before it was time for the winners.
On the field, the players formed a jubilant huddle, their faces beaming with triumph. Moments later, they made their way towards the presentation stage.
You and the family quickly descended the stairs, Hunter clinging onto your hip with his thumb in his mouth, eager to get as close as possible to the historic moment that was about to unfold.
The crowd surged forward, a sea of blue and white, as you found a spot near the front. Beside you, other family members and friends of the Manchester City players beamed with anticipation, their voices filled with excitement.
Anne squeezed my hand tightly. "This is it, dear. We're about to witness something incredible."
Gemma nodded with a wide grin. "I can't believe it's happening! Our brother, lifting the Champions League trophy!"
The roar of the crowd grew deafening as the players ascended the stage one by one.
Finally, Harry stepped forward, his face radiant with a mixture of pride and disbelief. The trophy glistened in the spotlight, a symbol of their hard-fought victory.
A hush fell over the stadium as the captain of Manchester City, wearing the armband proudly, lifted the trophy high into the air.
A surge of emotions coursed through your body, and you let out a cheer that blended with the cheers of thousands of fans around.
Anne leaned in, her voice filled with admiration. "Look at him, my boy, holding that trophy. It's a moment I'll cherish forever."
Gemma wiped away tears of joy, her voice filled with pride. "He did it! Haz did it! I couldn't be prouder!"
As the players celebrated, their triumphant shouts and laughter filled the air.
Harry turned towards the direction you were sitting in, his eyes finding yours in the sea of cheering faces.
A smile spread across his face, and you could see the overwhelming happiness in his eyes. With a wave, he acknowledged his family's presence, and your heart swelled with love for this incredible man.
"He did it, Mum! Harry did it!" You exclaimed, your voice choked with emotion.
Anne pulled you into a tight embrace, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, he did, dear. My son is a champion!"
Gemma joined our embrace, forming a circle of love and pride. "We always believed in him, didn't we? This is just the beginning of his greatness."
Carefully making your way through the jubilant crowd, you reached the edge of the field, where security personnel guided you towards a designated area for family members. Anne and Gemma were already there, their smiles as bright as the stadium lights.
Harry spotted the four of you from a distance, his eyes lighting up with delight.
Covered in sweat and mud, he hurried towards you, a mix of exhaustion and elation on his face. You gently put Hunter down, allowing him to take his first steps on the hallowed ground of the pitch.
"Daddy!" Hunter exclaimed, his little arms outstretched, his voice filled with excitement.
Harry scooped him up, holding him close. "There's my little champion! Daddy did it!"
Anne embraced you, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Look at them, dear. Our son and grandson, basking in this incredible moment."
Gemma joined in the embrace, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so proud of him, sis. He's worked so hard for this."
As the celebrations continued around you, Harry held Hunter high in the air, their joyous laughter blending with the cheers of the crowd. The energy of the stadium seemed to infuse their bond, a testament to the incredible journey they had embarked on together.
"He's so proud of you, Harry," you whispered, your voice filled with love and admiration.
Harry nodded, his eyes shimmering with tears of happiness. "I couldn't have done it without you and Hunter by my side. You're my biggest supporters, my inspiration."
Hunter reached out, his tiny fingers brushing against his fathers cheek. "Daddy strong!"
Harry kissed Hunter's forehead, his voice filled with tenderness. "Yes, my little champion, Daddy is strong because of you."
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
You were surrounded by a sea of jubilant supporters, but it felt as though it was just the five of you, locked in an embrace of love and pride. The Champions League trophy glimmered in the distance, a symbol of their collective victory.
As the team gathered for a celebratory photo, Harry held Hunter on his hip, their smiles mirroring one another.
You captured the moment with your phone, knowing that it would forever be etched in the family's history.
Lying in bed, the weight of the day finally beginning to lift from your tired bodies, your fiancé and you basked in the quiet afterglow of his triumphant victory in the Champions League. The room was dimly lit, and a soft sense of contentment enveloped us.
Harry propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and elation.
"What a game, love," he whispered, his voice filled with a hint of disbelief.
What a game indeed.
You reached out, gently brushing your fingers through his hair. "You were incredible, Harry. I'm so proud of you."
Proud was an understatement.
A small smile graced his lips as he turned to face you in the hotel bed. "I couldn't have done it without you and Hunter. You're my rocks, my biggest supporters."
You shifted closer, resting your head against his chest. "We'll always be here for you, Harry. You worked so hard for this moment."
He sighed, his fingers tracing patterns on your lower back. "You know, love, after the final whistle, I wanted to celebrate with just you and Hunter. It's moments like these that I cherish the most."
So that explains why he decided not to celebrate with his team mates.
You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. "I understand, Harry. It's about those intimate moments, the ones that remind you of what truly matters."
His gaze softened, his voice filled with vulnerability. "That penalty... I was so nervous, love. It felt like everything was riding on that one moment. But when the ball hit the back of the net, it was pure relief and joy."
You placed a gentle kiss on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your lips. "You did it, Harry. You seized the opportunity and made it count. It was a testament to your skill, your determination, and your unwavering belief in yourself."
He wrapped his arms around your body, drawing you closer. "Thank you, love. Your belief in me has always meant the world. You and Hunter are my greatest motivation.”
You snuggled in closer, finding comfort in his embrace. "We'll always be there, Harry. Through the highs and the lows, celebrating every victory and lifting you up in moments of doubt. You're our champion, on and off the pitch."
His voice grew softer as he spoke, his words carrying a sense of gratitude and reflection. "You know, love, throughout the game, when I looked up into the stands, seeing you and Hunter, your faces filled with love and support, it gave me an extra boost. It reminded me why I play this beautiful game, why I give it my all. It's for you and our little boy."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to Harry's heartfelt words. "We'll always be your biggest fans, Harry. Seeing you out there, chasing your dreams, it fills our hearts with pride and joy."
He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you so much, my beautiful fiancé . And our little Hunter, he's growing up surrounded by so much love and inspiration."
You nestled deeper into his embrace, feeling a surge of warmth and love envelop the two of you. "We're creating memories, Harry. Memories that Hunter will carry with him throughout his life. He'll look back on this moment, knowing that his dad is a champion, a man who followed his dreams and achieved greatness."
Harry's voice grew soft, his tone filled with a sense of wonder. "I never want to forget this feeling, lying here with you, relishing in our love and celebrating a victory. It's a moment frozen in time, one that I'll cherish forever."
You intertwined your fingers with his, savouring the connection you seemed to share. "We'll always have these moments, Harry.”
You shifted slightly, careful not to disturb the little bundle of joy nestled between you and your lover,. Hunter had fallen asleep during the celebration, his small body curled up against Harry's side.
Such a daddies boy.
Harry's eyes softened as he looked down at your sleeping son. "Look at him, love. Our little champion, exhausted from all the excitement."
You smiled, brushing a lock of hair away from Hunter's forehead. "He's been cheering for you the whole game. I think he used up all his energy celebrating your victory."
Harry chuckled softly, his hand gently stroking Hunter's back. "I'm glad he got to witness this. One day, he'll look back and know that he was here, part of this unforgettable moment."
You nodded, feeling a surge of emotion welling up inside of your chest. "He's so lucky to have you as his role model, Harry. You're showing him what it means to work hard, to chase your dreams, and to never give up."
Harry's gaze met your own, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. "And you, love, you're the anchor that keeps us grounded. Your unwavering support and belief in me, in us, it means everything."
The two of you sat in silence for a while, enveloped in the warmth of your shared love. The room was filled with a sense of peacefulness and fulfillment, a testament to the journey you had traveled together.
As Hunter stirred in his sleep, Harry's voice broke the stillness. "You know, love, scoring that penalty... It was like a release of all the pressure, all the hard work coming to fruition. But what mattered most in that moment was knowing I had my family by my side."
You kissed Hunter's forehead, then leaned over to place a tender kiss on Harry's lips. "We'll always be by your side, Harry, through every triumph and every challenge. You make us proud every single day."
Harry's arms tightened around you and Hunter, pulling you into an embrace that felt like home. "I love you both more than words can express. Thank you for being my everything."
The room filled with a sense of love and gratitude, as the three of you lay there, a family united in celebration, reflection, and profound connection.
In that quiet moment, the two of you knew that this victory was not just Harry's, but your families as well, and together, you would continue to write the pages of your story, one filled with love, resilience, and the shared joy of chasing dreams and achieving greatness, as a family united on and off the pitch.
As you drifted off into a blissful slumber one thought lingered in your brain.
The love of your life was a Champions League Winner.
I'M BACK BESTIES!!!!! i'm not totally back to my normal writing, but I finally got through a whole piece! anyways I really liked this and i hope you do too :)
warnings: howard stern being a bitch, talk of weight & body image
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"Hello Harry, how are you doing today?"
"I'm well, thank you," Harry answered with a smile. He was on the Howard Stern Show, his first interview since Stevie had been born. He hadn't really wanted to; Howard was kind of a prick. Everyone knew this, but Jeff was convinced this was the right move. He said it would be good for Harry to get back into the swing of things, and no one else was available on short notice. In the end, Harry only agreed because you had pushed him to, reminding him it wouldn't be a very long interview and then he wouldn't have to interact with the abrasive man again for a long time.
"That's good to hear," Howard said. "How have you been these past couple months? Have you been getting anything done?"
"Not much that's music related, honestly," Harry laughed. "I've been busy with family things."
"Yeah, you've kind of been hiding away from the world for a while here, what's that about?"
"Well, as I'm sure you already know, my wonderful wife had a baby recently, so I've been pretty busy... just navigating the world of fatherhood." A smile crept onto his face at the mention of Stevie.
"That's a lot, isn't it? Babies are awful at that age," Howard chuckled.
"Uh- I wouldn't say awful," Harry's smile dropped a little and he sighed internally. He already knew how the rest of this interview would go: thinly veiled insults, questions that were way too personal, and having to pretend he didn't want to get up and walk out of the room. But he knew that wouldn't be a very good look for him, so he gritted his teeth and tried to think of happy things. Specifically, the fact that he would get to go home to his wife and baby in less than two hours. "She's a very sweet baby, we're completely in love with her."
"Yeah, sometimes they're cute, but mostly they just cry and wake you up in the night, don't they?" Howard asked smugly, as if he knew Harry's baby better than Harry did.
"Well, of course she wakes up in the night sometimes. She's hungry, can't blame her for wanting food, can I?" Harry asked, trying to speak lightly and with a smile, but he could feel his patience slipping. He was ready to go home and he was not in the mood to pretend to be happy when this man was clearly insulting his child.
"Sure, I just wish babies could be a bit less annoying when they want something."
Harry nodded, plastering a smile that hopefully looked real on his face.
"So, besides the annoying baby, how's the family? Everybody healthy over there?"
Harry nodded. "Everybody's happy and healthy. A little sleep deprived, of course, but we're managing well, i think. And by we, I mean Y/N. She's truly... just amazing. I have no idea how she does it- she's the one keeping everything together. There's no way I could do any of this without her."
"Yeah, she seems pretty great! I remember though, at first we were all a little uncertain about her. She's not exactly like the other women you have a history with, is she?"
"She's-" Harry started talking, but Howard cut him off.
"I just mean, we were used to seeing you with models and actresses and the like, so it was a bit of a shock to see you with one of us commoners, you know?"
Harry huffed a small laugh, still trying to sound polite. "When you love someone, that's all that matters."
"Right, of course, but don't you get bored sometimes? You stopped going out so much when you got with her, almost like she was keeping you captive or something," He laughed.
"Are you asking me if my wife forced me to stop hanging out with my friends?" Harry squinted at the man.
"No, of course not, but..." He leaned closer with a malicious gleam in his eye, like he was about to hear some big secret. "Did she?"
"No," Harry said firmly. "She did not."
"Okay, okay, if you say so," Howard put his hands up, but then he leaned in again and spoke in an exaggerated whisper. "Blink twice if you need help."
Harry played it off with a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest.
"He's good," Howard laughed loudly. "Anyways, let's move on. Since you two are supposedly so happy-" He paused again, as if he expected Harry to cut it and give some dramatic confession about how terrible his relationship was behind closed doors. Harry only raised his eyebrows, signaling him to continue talking. "Tell us about that. When did you two get married again?"
"Almost 2 years ago," Harry said with a smile. "Our anniversary is coming up, actually, it's in 3 weeks."
"Oh wow, you guys moved fast with the whole kid thing, huh?"
Harry nodded. "We both knew we wanted kids and were ready to have them, so... yeah."
"Yeah, no point wasting time, right? How was Y/N after having the baby- Stevie, right?"
"Yeah, her name is Stevie," Harry smiled. "She was good. Again, she's amazing for going through that. She's- i'm just so lucky to have her."
"Did she bounce back right away?"
"I'm sorry?" Harry's brow furrowed.
"You know, did she get her figure back fast? I know that's a big issue for some women," He laughed again.
"Are you-" All traces of Harry's smile were gone now.
"I just mean, I hope she's working to get rid of the baby weight," Howard said casually, as if his words weren't extremely rude. "Just to make sure she can fit into her old clothes!"
Harry cleared his throat. He knew he had to speak very carefully, since this was something you had been very self conscious about. "Well, the two of us are concerned with the new life she brought into the world, not some old clothes, but she looks as beautiful as ever. The amount of pressure women face to live up to certain standards is disgusting to me, and it's especially bad for new mothers. My wife just went through an incredible process, she grew an entire human being in 9 months, then went through labor and the delivery, and she's being told to worry about her figure? That's wrong."
"Right, right, of course," Howard smiled, but Harry could tell he was annoyed at how he couldn't be tricked into speaking badly about his wife.
"I'm really over the whole thing, honestly," Harry said. "And I'm not even the one going through it."
Howard laughed nervously, seeming to finally take the hint that Harry was uncomfortable and annoyed with the topic. "Let's talk about your latest movie, why don't we?"
Harry was closed off through the rest of the interview; anyone could see that. He laughed less, his arms stayed crossed, and his answers were short. He was professional, but it went no farther than that. There was no more playful joking or easy conversation, just Harry trying to get through the interview as fast as he could. When it finally came to a close after his final song, Harry couldn't pack up fast enough. He made sure to say a polite thanks and goodbye before he hurried out to his car.
He sighed deeply before picking up his phone to call you.
"Hi baby!" your happy voice came from the other end. That was good, he assumed that meant you hadn't listened to the interview yet.
"Hi love," he smiled, his mood already improving just from hearing your voice. "Did you listen to the interview?"
"I have been- I couldn't right at the beginning, Stevie was crying, but I caught the end. Why?"
"Why was she crying?" Harry ignored your question, instantly worrying about his baby.
"Sometimes babies cry for no reason, Harry. She's okay, I promise. Anyways, what's up with the interview?"
Harry sighed. "Just the normal for a Howard Stern interview- he asked some very personal and rude questions. Just prepare for that."
"What else is new?" You laughed. "Are you coming right home?"
"Yeah, unless you need anything?"
"Nope, I think I'm good. See you soon!"
"Love you, bye," Harry said, ending the call and starting the car to begin the drive home.
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"I'm home," Harry called, removing his coat as he walked in the door.
"We're in here," you responded, not moving from your spot on the couch where you were nursing Stevie.
Harry walked in, a small smile on his face as he looked at the two of you.
"Hi," He sighed, plopping down on the couch next to you.
"That bad, huh?" You asked, taking in his dejected tone.
He hummed in response, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Those interviews are... always something."
"Yeah, I only caught the end, but you sounded pretty upset. What did he say?"
"He just..." Harry shook his head. "I don't think you should listen to it."
You turned your head to look at him. "Why not?"
"He's just very rude and pushy, as always."
"Yeah, i figured, but I wanted to hear your songs," you argued with a small frown. "Did he say something really bad, or...?"
"He just makes some very impolite comments about you and our family."
"Oh," You nodded lightly. "I think I'll be okay, baby. I appreciate you trying to protect my feelings, but I'm used to it at this point, and I really couldn't care less about his opinion of me."
"Alright," he sighed. "If you're sure." He pulled out his phone, checking his email and going through some messages while you started the interview from the beginning. You could hear him grumbling under his breath and huffing every time Howard said something rude, but you ignored it, just laying a hand on his leg to calm him down.
By the time it was over, Harry was clearly not too happy. "I can't believe I went back on that show," he shook his head. "I'm never doing that again. I'm so sorry about what he said about you, I honestly should have just left-"
"It's okay," you cut him off with a smile. "Also, it was kind of hot to hear you get mad at him."
"Yeah?" He smiled back. "I thought I was very tame, actually. I wanted to say some other things, but I figured that wouldn't be a very good look for me."
"Right, but the way you attacked him but stayed professional... very hot," you laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," He smiled, turning his head to kiss your cheek in return. "Is she done? I really need to hold her after the day I've had," He sighed dramatically, throwing his head back.
"I'm sure," you laughed, handing Stevie over to him and pulling your shirt back into place. "She's all yours."
"Hi baby," he cooed, holding her close to his chest. "I missed you so much."
Stevie yawned in response, cuddling into him.
"Oh, you missed me too?" He grinned. "See that? She missed me."
"She did," You agreed. "She was looking around when she heard your voice on the interview, she wanted to know where you were."
"I'm sorry," he pouted down at her. "I'll never go away again, and I'll never let the bad man be mean to you again."
"I don't think she's too upset about it, Harry," you laughed. "She is only 3 months old. She didn't exactly understand anything that went on."
"Excuse me," he said, looking very offended. "She may only be 3 months old, but she's very smart."
"Right, she's a genius baby, how could I forget?"
"I don't know," Harry shook his head at Stevie. "How could she forget how smart you are, hmm?"
Stevie yawned again, stretching her arms above her head.
"She's ready to take a nap," you said.
"Can I just hold her? I know it's not a good habit, to let her be held to sleep, but I don't want to put her down yet," Harry said, looking up with such pleading eyes, you couldn't possibly say no. Not like you would have said no anyways, but he didn't need to know that.
"Of course you can," you stood up, kissing his forehead before you turned away. "I'm gonna do the dishes, then we can watch something if you want."
"No, let me do those," he immediately protested.
"Harry, it's okay, I haven't done anything around the house since she was born-"
"And I'm not about to let you start now," he cut you off. "Come back here, please? Let's start that new show we were looking at the other night."
"Fine, but later I'm going to help you with the dishes."
"Fine," he smiled, agreeing with your compromise, even though you both knew he would argue later. "Now come back here."
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"That doesn't look right," Y/N remarked to Harry as they sat on the carpeted floor of the nursery. Oliver was perched on her lap, and a few feet away, Harry kneeled, diligently assembling the crib for their upcoming addition to the family.
"This shouldn't be so hard," Harry added, frustration evident as he consulted the instruction booklet. "I hope the rest of the furniture isn't as complicated. Maybe we should've just hired someone to do this."
"That's not a good story, is it? I'm sure she won't like knowing that her dad couldn't build her crib, so he paid someone to take care of it."
"She doesn't need to know," he chuckled, determinedly continuing to build the crib. "We won't tell her." Laughter filled the room as Y/N juggled keeping Oliver entertained and preventing him from causing chaos with her earrings and hair. The challenges of assembling furniture were momentarily forgotten in the joy of shared moments as a growing family.
As the afternoon sun streamed through the nursery window, bathing the room in a warm glow, Harry and Y/N continued their collaborative effort. Oliver, their curious and energetic toddler, was becoming increasingly interested in the assembly process, attempting to mimic his dad's movements with his tiny hands.
“There you go!” Y/N praised, her eyes twinkling with affection as she watched Harry navigate the crib's construction. He had finally gotten the hang of it.
As the last pieces clicked into place, the crib stood tall and sturdy, a symbol of anticipation for the new family member on the way. Harry and Y/N shared a triumphant look, feeling the satisfaction of overcoming a minor challenge together.
"What color do you envision for the walls?" Harry inquired, looking around the yet-to-be-decorated nursery.
"I'm not entirely sure, but I do know one thing – no pink," Y/N replied, her eyes scanning the room. "I think if we choose a more neutral color, it can evolve with her as she grows."
Harry nodded in agreement, taking Oliver from Y/N's arms. "Good thinking. I'll get started on the dresser then?"
"Sure thing. I'm heading to the kitchen to start dinner," Y/N said, planting a kiss on Harry's lips before retrieving Oliver. She knew the toddler's enthusiasm might hinder any assembly progress. "Pasta sound good?"
"Absolutely delicious," Harry replied, his attention turning to the furniture assembly task at hand.
In the kitchen, Y/N situated Oliver in his highchair, ensuring he had a clear view of the culinary action. She turned up the music, creating a lively atmosphere as she prepared dinner. Pouring herself a fizzy, fruity drink, she hummed along to the tunes, reveling in the joy of the present moment.
As Harry continued to assemble the dresser, Y/N moved around the kitchen, preparing pasta with a sense of joy and anticipation. The aroma of the sauce filled the air, blending with the lively tunes playing in the background. Oliver, entertained by the music, babbled happily in his highchair.
Once the dresser was finally assembled, Harry joined Y/N in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He placed a soft kiss on her neck, and she could feel his warm breath against her skin.
"Dinner smells amazing," he whispered, making her smile.
"Thank you," Y/N replied, turning around to face him. "How's the dresser?"
"Sturdy as can be," Harry assured her with a grin.
“Would you like some wine?” She asked him, “And don’t worry it won’t make me feel bad” Harry smiled as he sat down on the stools, across the kitchen island. That’s when his phone started ringing. The phone popping the happy bubble that enveloped them.
“Styles” His phone was monotoned and stern. His expression shifted from curiosity to concern as he listened to the voice on the other end. It was his security team informing him of an unexpected event.
"What's going on?" Y/N asked, noticing the change in Harry's demeanor.
"Seems like we've got a bit of a situation," Harry replied, his brow furrowing. "There's been a break-in at our old apartment. Security cameras caught someone, but the image is too blurry to make out the face."
Y/N's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and worry crossing her features. "Our old apartment? But it's empty now, isn't it?"
Harry nodded; frustration evident in his voice. "Yeah. I just don't understand why someone would break in. They're sure it's a man, but that's about all they know."
The couple exchanged a concerned glance, contemplating the unsettling news. Y/N instinctively placed a comforting hand on Harry's arm.
"What do we do?" she asked, her thoughts already racing.
Harry let out a heavy sigh, his mind spinning with thoughts as he considered their next steps. "First, you're not going anywhere. Whoever attempted to break in was obviously looking for us or something related," he declared with a firm resolve. Harry had taken precautions to keep their new address confidential, sharing it only with a select few within their trusted circle. Having experienced a break-in before, he was adamant about avoiding any potential leaks that could compromise their security.
Y/N's nerves intensified as she absorbed the weight of the situation. The thought that it might be James again, resurfacing to terrorize her, sent shivers down her spine. The stakes felt higher now, with her pregnancy adding an extra layer of vulnerability. The baby inside her had grown, but it wasn't ready to face the world.
Her fears spiraled as she imagined the worst-case scenarios. What if James had somehow tracked them down? The notion of him finding her again haunted her, and the anxiety settled deep within. The sanctity of her home, the supposed haven, now felt fragile and threatened.
Harry, sensing Y/N's distress, moved closer, wrapping a protective arm around her. "We'll figure this out, love. We won't let anything happen to you or the baby," he reassured, his voice a steady anchor amidst the rising tide of fear.
Harry's morning took an unexpected turn as he decided to visit the old apartment before heading to work. The urgency to assess the situation and ensure Y/N's safety fueled his determination. As he arrived at the vacant residence, his security team awaited, ready to brief him on the unsettling developments.
The atmosphere inside the old apartment was tense. Harry, accompanied by his security detail, observed the aftermath of the break-in. The few belongings they had left behind—a table, some furniture—were strewn about, a chaotic tableau of intrusion. The air held a heavy stillness, disrupted only by the creaking sounds of damaged items.
His security team shared their findings, detailing how the break-in had occurred and expressing concern about the blurred image captured on the security cameras. The realization that someone had invaded their space, possibly with malicious intent, fueled Harry's determination to get to the bottom of the situation.
In the wake of the break-in at their old apartment, Harry felt a heightened sense of concern for Y/N's safety. Harry met up with Bryce, the highest ranked officer of his team.
As they sat down in a private space, Harry's expression reflected the gravity of the matter. He began, "I need to ensure Y/N's safety, now more than ever. After what happened, I can't take any chances."
The security chief, a seasoned professional with a stern yet understanding demeanor, listened attentively. Harry continued, "I want someone with her at all times, especially when I'm not around. I don't want any vulnerabilities. We can't let anyone get close to her."
Bryce nodded, recognizing the importance of Harry's request. "I understand, Mr. Styles. We'll make the necessary arrangements. I'll assign a dedicated security detail to Y/N, ensuring her safety around the clock. We'll also review and strengthen the security measures at your new residence."
Harry exhaled, a mix of relief and determination coursing through him. "Thank you. I just want her to feel safe, you know? We can't risk anything, especially now."
The security chief reassured him, "Rest assured, Mr. Styles. We'll take every precaution to protect her. Our team will be vigilant, and we'll ensure her safety is our top priority."
The days were passing with the constant hum of heightened security around Y/N and Harry, yet an unsettling undercurrent of anxiety persisted within her. The weight of the past intruded into her present, casting shadows on the otherwise joyous anticipation of impending motherhood.
One evening, as she closed the blinds in their bedroom, Y/N thought she saw a shadowy figure across the street, staring back at her. Panic gripped her heart, and her mind raced to the darkest corners of her memories. She hesitated, frozen by the fear that someone from her past had found her.
"Harry!" she called out urgently, her voice betraying a mix of distress and fear. Harry rushed into the room, his concern evident. "I saw someone outside, across the street. It looked like him," Y/N stammered, her eyes wide with dread.
Harry, ever protective, immediately went to the window and peered through the blinds. "Love, there's no one there. Are you sure you saw someone?" he asked, genuine concern etched on his face.
Y/N felt a knot tightening in her chest. "I... I thought I did. Maybe I'm just being paranoid," she admitted, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "Sorry, I don't mean to freak out."
Harry wrapped his arms around her, offering comfort. "It's okay, darling. We'll figure this out. If you're feeling uneasy, we can talk to the security team, maybe make some adjustments. I just want you to feel safe."
In the following days, Y/N's unease lingered, manifesting in fleeting glimpses of a phantom presence. At work, she thought she spotted him in the lobby. In the grocery store, a stranger's face seemed eerily familiar. The lines between reality and her haunting memories blurred.
In the hushed ambiance of their home office, Y/N and Harry sat engrossed in their respective work, the soft clatter of keyboard keys and occasional rustle of papers filling the room. However, Harry couldn't ignore the palpable exhaustion that clung to Y/N. Sleep deprivation cast a shadow on her features, a stark contrast to the vibrant woman he knew. He observed her from across the room, a concern etching lines on his forehead.
The memories of that haunting day at the office lingered, and Harry couldn't shake the guilt that clawed at him. He regretted sharing the details with her, knowing it had resurfaced painful memories. In the quiet moments, he pondered if he should have shielded her from those haunting truths, grappling with the weight of his choice.
“Let’s go to bed” Harry blurted, interrupting the silence that had settled between them as they worked on their own tasks from their jobs.
“I can’t. I still have some stuff to take care of” She refused as she vigorously continued to type and plug in numbers into an Excel document.
“Lovie — you look extremely tired. The stress is eating you alive. This isn’t healthy for either of you” his eyes drifting down to her tummy. “Please. Come to bed”.
Y/N stared at him as she possessed the words that had just come out of his mouth. After a few seconds, she closed her laptop and turned off the lap from her desk.
“Let’s go” Harry smiled and threw an arm over her and kissed her forehead as he guided her towards their bedroom.
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The tension in the villa exploded the moment Sophia made her choice, leaving Harry and Y/N standing at opposite sides of the fire pit, each looking as if the ground had been pulled from beneath them. The chime of Y/N’s phone only amplified the shock. Her hands trembled as she read the text aloud.
“Y/N, as you are now single, you are in jeopardy of leaving the villa. Your fate will be revealed tomorrow. #JeopardyOnTheHorizon #SingleAndSearching.”
Gasps echoed in the night air. Y/N’s voice wavered but didn’t crack, even as she sat back down on the bench, her head spinning. She wasn’t mad at Harry—this wasn’t his doing. But the shock of it all—the sudden shift, the possibility of leaving, the blatant disrespect—left her shaken to her core.
As soon as the recoupling ended, the villa erupted into chaos. Chloe was the first to march across the fire pit, her fury palpable as she got in Sophia’s face.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Chloe snarled, her voice echoing. “Seriously, what do you get out of this? You knew Harry was with Y/N. Everyone knew! What was the point? To make yourself look pathetic?”
Amber wasn’t far behind, crossing her arms and glaring. “Honestly, Sophia, was this your big plan? To play the villain? Because congrats, it worked.”
Sophia shrugged, her expression annoyingly calm. “It’s a game, isn’t it? Harry’s a free man, and I made my choice. Don’t be bitter because I’m playing it better.”
“Better?” Chloe’s voice rose. “You’ve literally just made an enemy out of every girl in this villa.”
Amber nodded sharply. “And every guy, for that matter. Good luck trying to make friends after this.”
From the boys’ side, Callum spoke up, his voice cold. “That was low, Sophia. Everyone can see through it. If you think Harry’s just going to fall into your lap, you’re deluded.”
Lucas cut in, his voice sharp. "Think you're being clever, do you? Breaking up something real like that? Well, here's the truth—Harry's head wasn't turned at all. You're just causing drama for the sake of it."
Sophia’s calm façade cracked slightly as she glanced around at the glares from the group. “Why are you all acting like I’ve committed a crime? It’s a game.”
“No, it’s people’s feelings,” Chloe spat. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
Meanwhile, Harry moved toward Y/N, who was still seated on the bench, her face pale but composed. He crouched down in front of her, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch her.
“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice thick with regret. “I swear to you, this wasn’t what I wanted. I told her I didn’t—”
“I know,” Y/N interrupted, her voice steady but quiet. She looked at him, her eyes filled with shock rather than anger. “I know it wasn’t you. I’m not mad at you.”
His shoulders sagged in relief, but guilt still lingered in his expression. “You believe me?”
“I do,” she whispered. “I just… I didn’t see this coming. I don’t even know what to think right now.”
Harry nodded, his hands finally reaching for hers. “We’ll figure it out, okay? I’m not giving up on us.”
Their conversation was cut short by Chloe’s sharp voice. “Oi, Sophia, if you think you’re getting away with this, think again!”
The group had fully turned against Sophia now. Even Max, who often stayed out of the drama, shook his head. “You crossed a line, Sophia. There’s no coming back from this.”
Ian’s voice cut through the chaos in his usual dry tone. “Well, Sophia’s big move didn’t quite land the way she thought it would. It’s like trying to light a sparkler in a hurricane—good luck with that, love.”
Sophia, realizing she was completely outnumbered, huffed and walked off toward the villa, her heels clicking sharply against the stone.
The group began to disperse, but the damage had been done. Y/N was left sitting by the fire pit, Harry by her side, both of them processing the night’s events. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice low.
“You’re not leaving. I won’t let that happen.”
Y/N gave him a small smile, though her eyes still betrayed her nerves. “Let’s just see what tomorrow brings.”
The makeup room hummed with quiet activity as the girls trickled in one by one. Chloe immediately grabbed Y/N's hand and guided her to the chair in front of the mirror. "Sit, babe. You need to take a breath for a second."
Amber grabbed a tissue from the counter and handed it to Y/N, her tone soft but firm. “You’ve been holding it together all night. You don’t have to do that here.”
Y/N tried to muster a smile, but the lump in her throat made it impossible. The moment she looked up at the girls—Chloe, Amber, and the others all standing around her, their faces full of concern—it hit her like a wave. Everything. The recoupling, Sophia’s betrayal, the looming uncertainty about her place in the villa. It was too much.
“I—” Her voice cracked, and she looked down, shaking her head. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Chloe said gently, crouching beside her. “And that’s okay. We’re here for you.”
At that, Y/N’s walls crumbled. Tears spilled over her cheeks as she finally let herself feel everything. Chloe wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly while Amber rubbed her back.
“I just… I don’t understand,” Y/N sobbed. “I might be leaving tomorrow, and it’s just—it’s too much.”
“She’s a snake, that’s why,” Amber said firmly. “She doesn’t care about anyone but herself, and we all see it. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Exactly,” Chloe agreed. “You’re not leaving, okay? We won’t let that happen.”
Lila piped up from across the room, her tone warm. “You’re one of the strongest girls here, Y/N. Everyone knows it. And Harry? He’s mad about you. Don’t let Sophia’s petty little game make you doubt that.”
“She’s jealous,” Amber added. “That’s all this is. She’s jealous of you, your connection with Harry, everything. And if she thinks this stunt is going to get her what she wants, she’s in for a rude awakening.”
Y/N sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue. “It’s just… overwhelming, you know? I didn’t expect any of this.”
“We know,” Chloe said softly. “But you’re not alone, babe. We’ve got you.”
The girls nodded in unison, each offering words of comfort and solidarity. The energy in the room shifted, transforming it into a safe space where Y/N could release her emotions without judgment.
“Thanks, guys,” Y/N said finally, her voice still shaky but steadier than before. “I don’t know what I’d do without you lot.”
As Y/N finished wiping her eyes, her soft smile still lingering, the door to the makeup room creaked open. The girls instinctively straightened, their chatter halting as Sophia walked in, arm-in-arm with Georgia. The room’s atmosphere shifted in an instant, the warmth replaced by a chill of unease.
Chloe raised an eyebrow, muttering under her breath, “Oh, here we go…”
Sophia’s confident smirk didn’t waver as she glanced around the room. Her gaze settled on Y/N for a fraction longer than necessary, and the tension became palpable. Georgia, whose posture mirrored Sophia’s smugness, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable but clearly siding with her newfound ally.
Amber let out a low scoff, folding her arms. “Guess snakes travel in pairs now.”
Sophia’s smirk widened. “Don’t stop on our account, girls. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”
Chloe took a deliberate step forward, her chin raised. “Friends? You’re joking, right? Because the last time I checked, friends don’t throw each other under the bus for a lad.”
“Ah, Chloe.” Sophia’s tone was mock-sweet, her smile sharp. “Always the loudest in the room, aren’t you?”
“Better than being the most desperate,” Chloe shot back without missing a beat.
Georgia, stepping further into the room, chuckled dryly. “You lot are acting like Sophia’s the villain when she’s just doing what the game’s about. Recoupling, yeah? Isn’t that the point?”
Amber stood up, her glare cutting through the tension. “There’s a difference between playing the game and playing dirty, Georgia. But I wouldn’t expect you to know the difference.”
Sophia raised a hand, feigning innocence. “Alright, let’s not make this a whole thing. I came in to grab my gloss, not to start World War Three.”
Her gaze flicked to Y/N again, this time sharper. “You alright, Y/N? Looked like you were having a little moment there.”
Y/N didn’t flinch. She sat a little straighter, her expression calm despite the anger bubbling beneath her surface. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
The girls around her bristled, ready to jump in, but Y/N’s steady demeanor seemed to hold them back. It was Chloe who finally broke the silence.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve walking in here after the shit you’ve pulled, Sophia.”
Sophia rolled her eyes, grabbing her gloss from the counter. “Oh, give it a rest, Chloe. You’d do the same if you were in my shoes.”
“Thing is, I’d never be in your shoes,” Chloe snapped. “Because I’ve got a thing called loyalty.”
Sophia let out a low laugh, linking her arm with Georgia’s again as she turned toward the door. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.”
As the pair left the room, Georgia glanced back with a smirk. “Have fun licking your wounds.”
The door closed behind them, leaving the room heavy with silence.
Amber exhaled sharply. “I swear, if looks could kill…”
Chloe turned to Y/N, her voice softer now. “You okay, babe?”
Y/N nodded, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. “Yeah. Let them have their moment. It won’t last.”
Amber stepped closer, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Damn right it won’t. We’ve got your back.”
Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror, her resolve hardening. “Good,” she said, her voice steady. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Well, well, well. Looks like things in the villa have hit boiling point, and we’re not just talking about the Spanish sun. Sophia and Georgia, arm-in-arm, marching into the makeup room like two villains in a budget action movie? Iconic. But let’s be honest—Y/N’s calm clap-back was the real power move here”
The villa had a strange, tense quietness about it as the Islanders wound down for the night. The usual chatter and laughter had been replaced with hushed whispers and awkward glances. In the shared bathroom, Harry stood at the sink, brushing his teeth with slow, deliberate motions. His mind raced, replaying the chaos of the evening, especially the image of Y/N's face when Sophia made her bold move.
He spat into the sink, rinsing his mouth as he leaned on the counter, staring at his reflection. The weight of the drama was heavy on his chest, but there was only one thought in his mind: he couldn’t let Sophia dictate his actions—or his feelings.
Walking into the dimly lit bedroom, Harry spotted the bed he now technically shared with Sophia. She was already lying there, her hair fanned out over the pillow and a coy smile on her lips as she propped herself up on one elbow.
“Hey,” she greeted softly, her tone intentionally sweet. “Finally decided to join me?”
Harry didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached for the pillow beside her, tugging it out from under the covers.
“What are you doing?” Sophia asked, her voice sharper now, but still attempting to stay light.
Harry straightened up, clutching the pillow in his hand. His jaw tightened as he looked down at her. “I’m sleeping somewhere else tonight.”
Sophia’s smile faltered, and she sat up fully. “Harry, come on. We’ve got to share this bed. It’s part of the rules.”
“I’m not breaking any rules by sleeping somewhere else,” he replied calmly but firmly. “And let’s not pretend this situation is normal, Sophia.”
Sophia tilted her head, her tone shifting to one of mock innocence. “You’re acting like I forced you into something. This is what the game is about—recoupling. If Y/N can’t handle it—”
Harry cut her off, his voice low but filled with warning. “Don’t bring her into this. Y/N’s not the problem here, Sophia.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t push further.
Across the room, Chloe gave Y/N a look of encouragement, whispering, "Go after him."
Without hesitating, Y/N threw back the covers, slipped on her slippers, and quietly followed Harry out of the room. The dimly lit hallway led her to the common room, where she found him lying on the long couch, his arm draped over his eyes.
She stopped in the doorway, hesitating for just a moment. The sight of him there—alone, clearly grappling with everything that had happened—made her chest ache.
“Harry,” she said softly, stepping into the room.
He shifted slightly, lowering his arm to look at her. “Hey” His voice was low, almost a whisper.
She walked closer, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. “Why are you out here?”
Harry let out a small sigh, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t stay in there. Not with her.” He paused, meeting her eyes. “I just… I couldn’t.”
Y/N bit her lip, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her pajama top. “You didn’t have to leave your bed, Harry. It’s your spot now. You shouldn’t have to—”
“I’m not staying in a bed with someone I don’t want to be with,” he interrupted firmly. His gaze softened as he looked at her. “I’m not giving her what she wants, Y/N. She can choose me, but she can’t make me care.”
Her heart fluttered at his words, but she quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on the overwhelming guilt and sadness she felt for him. Without thinking, she sat down on the edge of the couch beside him.
“You didn’t deserve any of this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I hate that this is happening.”
Harry reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “You think I care about any of it? The only thing I care about is you.”
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, but Y/N didn’t want to ruin the moment by overthinking it.
“Come here,” Harry said softly, pulling her gently toward him.
His free hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering as his fingers brushed against her cheek. “Nothing’s going to go wrong,” he murmured. “Not with us.”
His words were simple, but the sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. Y/N searched his face, looking for any trace of doubt, but all she found was a steady, unwavering gaze that seemed to anchor her in place.
“You say that,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “but I’m scared, Harry. What if—”
Harry cut her off by leaning closer, his forehead resting against hers. “Stop,” he said softly. “Stop doubting this. Stop doubting me.”
Y/N closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of him—fresh and warm, comforting in a way that made her feel safe.
“Every time I look at you,” Harry continued, his voice a low rumble, “I know exactly what I want. You. It’s always been you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as Harry’s hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer.
Y/N melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair as their kiss grew more fervent, more desperate. It was as if all the tension and uncertainty of the day had boiled over, leaving nothing but raw emotion in its wake.
Harry's lips trailed down her neck, each kiss sending electric shivers down her spine. Y/N's fingers dug into his shoulders as he found that sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. The world seemed to fade away until there was nothing but the heat between them, the way his hands traced fire across her skin, and the intoxicating rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.
"You drive me crazy," Harry whispered against her skin, his voice rough with desire. His hands tangled in her hair as he claimed her lips again in a kiss that made her toes curl and her mind go beautifully blank. In that moment, all the drama of the villa melted away—there was only this, only them, wrapped up in each other on the common room couch.
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The villa buzzed with quiet chatter and occasional laughter as the Islanders scattered across the garden and lounge areas, enjoying the calm of the evening. The stars above twinkled faintly, casting a serene glow over the scene. But inside, away from the easy conversation and playful banter, Harry sat alone on his bed.
The door was cracked open, letting in a faint murmur of voices and the distant clinking of glasses. He stared at the floor, his elbows resting on his knees, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. His head throbbed slightly—not from any physical ailment, but from the emotional exhaustion that came with living in a villa where every word, every action, every glance was scrutinized.
His gaze flicked to the bedside table where a photo of his family sat. It was his anchor, his reminder of life outside this bubble. But even that felt distant now.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, tugging slightly as if that would somehow untangle the mess in his mind. Sophia’s laugh from the garden echoed faintly through the villa, and his stomach churned. He liked her energy, her confidence. But the guilt that came with thinking about her when Y/N’s face kept flashing in his mind was unbearable.
And Y/N… She was everything he wanted. Except he didn’t know if she wanted him in the same way. Not really. Her guardedness, her hesitance in showing her feelings publicly, gnawed at him. It felt like she was holding back, and it made him question everything. Was she scared? Or just not as into him as he was into her?
He leaned back against the headboard, eyes closing briefly as he exhaled deeply. It was strange—he felt drained in a way he couldn’t fully explain. Being in this villa, surrounded by people constantly, was supposed to be exciting, fun, and carefree. Instead, it felt like he was carrying the weight of two different versions of himself: the one who wanted to let go and the one who couldn’t stop thinking about what he might lose if he did.
The door creaked open softly, and Harry glanced up to see Sophia stepping in. Her small smile was warm but carried a hint of curiosity. She walked toward him slowly, hands clasped behind her back.
“Thought I’d find you in here,” she said, her voice light but purposeful. “Everyone’s outside. It’s a bit of a vibe.”
Harry forced a smile. “Needed some space.”
Sophia tilted her head, her eyes scanning his face. “Heavy day?”
“You could say that,” he replied, leaning back against the headboard.
Sophia took a step closer, perching on the bed opposite him. “Well, if you’re looking for something to take your mind off it, I was thinking… maybe you’d want to sleep outside with me tonight?”
Her tone was casual, but her intent was clear. The corners of her mouth lifted in an inviting smile as she waited for his response.
Harry’s heart skipped a beat. He knew this moment was coming; he’d felt it brewing all day. And yet, faced with it, the words caught in his throat. Finally, he managed a smile, soft but apologetic, and shook his head.
“I appreciate the offer,” he started, his tone careful. “But I think I’m going to stay in here tonight. ”
The change in Sophia’s expression was subtle but sharp. Her smile faltered, her eyes narrowing just slightly. “With Y/N?” she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Harry nodded, feeling the weight of his decision in the air between them. “Yeah. I just… I need to sort things out with her.”
Sophia’s posture stiffened, and she let out a dry laugh. “Wow. So, after everything today, you’re still chasing her?”
“It’s not about chasing,” Harry said quickly, his voice firm but not unkind. “It’s about what feels right. And I owe it to her—to us—to figure that out.”
Sophia crossed her arms, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “You know what, Harry? Maybe you should figure it out. Because right now, it feels like you’re just stringing people along.”
Harry flinched at her words but didn’t argue. Instead, he exhaled deeply. “I’m sorry if it feels that way. That’s not my intention, Sophia. I think you’re amazing. But my head’s a mess, and I can’t give you what you deserve while I’m still working out what I want.”
Sophia stood, her movements sharp. “Right. Well, good luck figuring it out. Hope she’s worth it.”
Without another word, she turned and walked out, leaving Harry alone once again. He leaned forward, running his hands through his hair and letting out a long, frustrated sigh.
“Great job, Harry,” he muttered to himself. “One more bridge burned.”
“Ah, poor Harry. Torn between two beauties and about as decisive as a toddler choosing an ice cream flavour. Don’t worry, mate, I’m sure this will definitely work out well for you. Or not.”
Y/N stepped in softly, already dressed in her pyjamas: an oversized shirt and comfortable shorts. Her face was bare, her hair tied loosely back, and a slight crease of uncertainty lined her brow. She wasn’t sure how to approach Harry, especially after the game earlier and everything that followed.
Harry was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, though his gaze flickered toward her briefly as she entered. He didn’t say anything, and neither did she. The lights were still on, casting a warm glow across the room, highlighting the neatly made beds of those who hadn’t yet retired for the night.
Y/N moved to her side of the bed, placing her water bottle on the nightstand before sitting down. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight as she uncapped the bottle and took one last sip. For a moment, she simply sat there, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.
Then, without a word, she slid under the covers, turning onto her side to face the wall. She curled up slightly, pulling the duvet up to her shoulders, her breathing slow and steady as she stared into the soft light of the room.
Harry shifted, lying on his side but with his back to her. He had hoped she might say something, even something small—an olive branch, a sign that she wanted to bridge the gap between them. But her quiet, distant demeanor said otherwise.
He exhaled silently, the weight of the day pressing heavier on him now that they were so close yet felt so far apart.
The unspoken tension hung between them like a thread stretched taut, fragile and fraying at the edges.
The tension in the room shifted suddenly as Harry felt her arms wrap around his torso from behind. The warmth of her embrace caught him off guard, making him still for a moment. Her cold feet brushed against his thigh, sending a sharp contrast through his skin, and he shivered involuntarily.
Her breath, soft and warm, tickled the nape of his neck, and before he could even process what was happening, she pressed a gentle kiss just under his ear. The sensation sent a jolt through him, her touch tender yet charged with unspoken emotion. Her arms tightened around him as if she didn’t want him slipping away—not tonight.
Harry’s heart raced, his mind struggling to catch up with his body’s reaction. It was intimate, more than he expected, and far more than he thought she’d allow herself to give after the events of the day.
His hand instinctively moved to hers, resting over the warmth of her grip. His fingers intertwined with hers for a brief moment, grounding him in the moment.
He turned his head slightly, his voice soft. “Y/N?”
She didn’t answer, only pressing closer, her face near his shoulder.
Harry exhaled, letting himself relax into the moment before gently shifting. Slowly, he turned around to face her, their eyes meeting in the dimly lit room. Her face was close, her expression vulnerable, a mix of hesitation and longing.
For a moment, they simply looked at each other, no words exchanged but everything they needed to say hanging in the space between them. Harry’s hand moved up to brush a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering against her cheek.
“Is this real?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in, her forehead resting lightly against his, her breaths mingling with his. It was intimate, unguarded, and for the first time in days, it felt like they were finally on the same page—even if they hadn’t spoken a word.
Y/N’s voice was barely audible as she whispered, her lips close to his ear. “I don’t want to argue or fight anymore.”
Harry felt his chest tighten at the vulnerability in her tone. He nodded, his own voice soft but firm. “Neither do I. I hate conflict. Especially with you.”
She hesitated, her fingers brushing against his chest as if gathering courage. Her heartbeat seemed to echo in her ears, but she pressed on. “I like you, Harry. Too much to let anyone snatch you away in three days—not when we haven’t even given ourselves a proper chance.”
Her words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. Harry’s lips curved into a smile, small but genuine, as he searched her eyes for any trace of doubt. “Do you really feel something for me?” he asked, his voice tinged with hope.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips despite her nerves. “Do you seriously doubt it?”
Harry didn’t respond immediately, his silence speaking volumes. Y/N’s gaze softened as she scooted closer, the space between them disappearing. Her hand rested lightly against his cheek, grounding him in the moment.
“I don’t ever want you to hesitate, Harry,” she murmured, her tone gentle but resolute. “Not about me. Not about us.”
Her words hit him like a wave, washing away the doubts and confusion he’d been wrestling with. Harry’s hand covered hers, pressing it against his cheek as he leaned into her touch. His eyes searched hers, seeing nothing but sincerity and determination.
“I won’t,” he promised quietly, the weight of her words settling in his chest. “Not anymore.”
Y/N’s lips curved into a soft smile, and for the first time in what felt like days, the tension between them seemed to dissolve. She rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the shared quiet of the room.
The sound of laughter and footsteps signaled the return of the other Islanders, their chatter filling the shared bedroom as they trickled in to wind down for the night. Harry glanced toward the door, his eyes darting back to Y/N’s as a cheeky grin tugged at his lips. Without a word, he grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it up over both their heads, creating a cocoon of privacy amidst the chaos.
“Real subtle, Harry,” Y/N whispered, her voice laced with amusement as she stifled a giggle.
“Just trying to save us from the peanut gallery,” Harry muttered, though there was a playful twinkle in his eyes.
The muffled voices of the Islanders grew louder, and it didn’t take long before Lucas clocked the huddle under the duvet.
“Oh, what’s all this then?” Lucas called out, his tone dripping with mischief. He let out a loud wolf whistle, drawing attention from the rest of the room. “Harry and Y/N, hiding away like two lovebirds under there!”
Before either of them could respond, Lucas threw himself dramatically onto the lump beneath the duvet. The impact caused Harry to groan in mock annoyance, and Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter.
“Get off, you prat!” Harry protested, his voice muffled by the blanket as he shoved at Lucas’s weight.
“Oi, don’t mind me!” Lucas teased, sprawling over them with exaggerated effort. “Just making sure you’re not sneaking off to the Hideaway without telling us.”
The room erupted into laughter, and Amber chimed in, “Lucas, leave ’em alone! Let them have their moment, for God’s sake.”
“Moment? They’re about to suffocate under there!” Lucas quipped, finally rolling off and collapsing onto his own bed with a cheeky grin.
Harry threw back the duvet just enough to glare at Lucas. “You’re lucky I don’t kick you out of this room, mate.”
“Love you too, pal,” Lucas replied with a wink, settling in and pulling his own duvet over himself.
Y/N shook her head, still giggling as she turned back to Harry. “You’re surrounded by absolute children.”
Harry sighed dramatically but smiled. “Tell me about it.”
Underneath the playful banter and teasing, there was a sense of ease that hadn’t been there earlier. Even in the chaos of the shared room, Harry and Y/N felt like they’d carved out a little space for themselves.
The morning sun poured into the villa, bathing the kitchen in a golden glow. The smell of sizzling eggs and toast wafted through the air as Islanders milled about, still in their pyjamas and nursing mugs of tea. Y/N was leaning against the counter, a relaxed smile on her face as she watched Harry flip a pancake with surprising precision.
“You’re getting the hang of it,” she teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow.
“Hang of it? I’m basically a Michelin-star chef,” Harry quipped, sliding the pancake onto a plate and passing it to her. “There you go, princess.”
The others in the kitchen exchanged knowing looks, their grins growing as Harry reached to brush flour off Y/N’s cheek.
“Oh, they’re insufferable,” Amber groaned, though she couldn’t hide her amusement.
“Leave them alone,” Lucas chimed in, pouring milk into his tea. “They’re in their honeymoon phase.”
Chloe smirked as she leaned against the counter next to Y/N. “Alright, lovebirds, enough showing off. Y/N, come have a chat with me.”
Y/N raised a brow, momentarily hesitant to leave Harry’s side, but Chloe was already pulling her by the arm toward the seating area. She shot Harry a look over her shoulder, and he gave her a playful wink before turning back to the stove.
“Alright,” Y/N said as they sat down, “what’s all this about?”
Chloe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, leaning in conspiratorially. “Okay, so… Lucas.”
Y/N’s brows shot up. “Lucas?”
“Lucas,” Chloe repeated, her voice dropping to a whisper even though the kitchen wasn’t far. “We had a bit of a moment last night. Well, not just a moment—a proper chat. He was sweet, funny… cheeky as always, but he said some things that had me thinking.”
Y/N leaned forward, intrigued. “Go on.”
Chloe grinned. “He said he’d been watching me in the challenges, and he thinks I’m the ‘dark horse’ of the villa. Can you believe that? And then—get this—he said he couldn’t stop looking at me during that Pilates session yesterday.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. “No way! What did you say?”
“I told him to behave himself, obviously,” Chloe said with a dramatic eye roll, though her cheeks flushed. “But… it felt good, you know? Like, maybe he actually sees me. Not just as the ‘fun one,’ but as someone he’d be serious about.”
Y/N smiled warmly, placing a hand on Chloe’s arm. “You deserve that, Chlo. If he’s making you feel good and treating you right, then I say go for it.”
Chloe bit her lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “Yeah, but you know me. I don’t want to get carried away and end up hurt.”
“Take your time,” Y/N advised. “Feel it out, but don’t let fear stop you. You’re amazing, and if Lucas doesn’t realise that, he’s not worth your energy.”
Chloe smiled, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “Thanks, babe. You’re a good egg, you know that?”
Y/N chuckled. “I try.”
Harry carried a tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and a couple of plates over to where Y/N was lounging by the outdoor table. Her legs were tucked underneath her, the morning sun making her skin glow. He set the tray down with a flourish.
“Breakfast, madam,” he said with a cheeky grin.
Y/N smiled, sitting up. “Thanks, chef. You didn’t spit in it, did you?”
“Only a little,” he teased, grabbing a slice of toast for himself before retreating to sit on the bean bag beside Lucas.
As Lucas muttered something about the game last night and nudged Harry, he suddenly froze. “Ah, crap,” Harry muttered, slapping his hand against his forehead.
“What now?” Lucas asked, raising a brow.
“Left the smoothies on the counter,” Harry groaned, already pushing himself up. “Be back in a sec.”
As Harry disappeared into the villa, Sophia sauntered across the garden and, with all the grace of a lion claiming its territory, plopped herself onto the bean bag Harry had just vacated.
“Morning,” she said with a saccharine smile, turning her attention directly to Y/N.
Y/N glanced up from her plate, her smile fading slightly. “Morning.”
Sophia leaned back, playing with her hair as she tilted her head. “So… I have to ask,” she started, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “What did you say to Harry last night to make him change his mind?”
Y/N paused mid-chew, swallowing before setting her fork down deliberately. “Not sure what you mean,” she said calmly.
Sophia smirked. “Oh, come on. You must’ve said something. I mean, he was all over me one second, then suddenly he’s acting like I’ve got the plague. Gotta give you credit, though—you work fast.”
Y/N leaned back in her seat, her gaze steady. “I don’t need to convince anyone to do anything, Sophia. If Harry made a choice, it’s because it’s what he wanted. Maybe that’s something you should think about.”
Sophia laughed lightly, brushing imaginary lint off her shorts. “Oh, I’m not mad. I’m actually amused. Just watching you claw to keep him when you’re usually so… what’s the word? Aloof?”
Y/N’s jaw tightened, but her voice remained calm. “It’s not about clawing. When you’re confident in a connection, you don’t have to fight for it. Guess that’s why you’re so interested in what’s going on.”
The subtle jab didn’t go unnoticed. Sophia’s smile faltered for a moment before she leaned forward, her tone dropping. “You’re cute when you’re defensive. But let’s not pretend, yeah? Harry’s got options. And three days isn’t a lot of time to lock anything down. I’d be careful if I were you.”
Y/N stared at her for a moment, then smiled sweetly. “Thanks for the advice, but I think I’ll be fine. And by the way, if Harry has options, so do I.”
Before Sophia could retort, Harry returned, holding two smoothies in his hands. He stopped short, glancing between the two of them, sensing the tension. “What’s going on here?”
Sophia stood, her grin back in place as she brushed past him. “Nothing at all. Just girl talk.”
Harry frowned, watching her walk away before turning to Y/N. “Everything alright?”
Y/N smiled, taking one of the smoothies from him. “Perfect. Thanks for breakfast.”
Harry hesitated, glancing back toward Sophia before sitting beside Y/N. “She didn’t say anything, did she?”
Y/N shook her head, sipping her smoothie. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
Harry’s lips quirked into a small smile as he watched her. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“And don’t you forget it,” she said, nudging him with her shoulder.
Y/N x Professor Harry Styles share a secret passion that could destroy them both. Crossing the line means risking everything.
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The wooden doors of the lecture hall groaned softly as Y/N slipped inside, her movements quick but measured. She’d never been the type to enjoy being late—especially to his class—but today, her mind was elsewhere. She found a seat near the back, heart still fluttering from the hurried walk across campus.
Professor Harry Styles hadn’t started speaking yet, standing at the front of the room, quietly observing the room. His presence alone commanded attention—a stillness that felt more intense than the bustling energy of the students around him. Even from where Y/N sat, she could feel the weight of it.
She swallowed, her pulse thrumming beneath her skin as she pulled out her notebook, stealing a glance toward him. He didn’t seem to notice her entrance, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—else. Yet, something in the air made her feel as though he had seen her the moment she walked in. He always noticed.
Y/N shook off the thought and refocused, gripping her pen, trying to quiet the thoughts stirring in her mind. It had only been a week since that strange encounter in the library, where they had exchanged a few words—polite, distant, yet there was an undertone she couldn’t quite place.
Harry’s voice broke through the silence, low and deliberate. “Today’s topic is boundaries.”
Her breath caught. Of course, it would be.
He turned toward the whiteboard, writing the word in bold strokes. It was simple, and yet it felt heavy with meaning as the chalk scratched across the surface. Y/N shifted in her seat, wondering if he knew how that word lingered between them, unspoken.
The lecture carried on, but Y/N found it impossible to focus. Harry’s voice was calm and steady, the kind of voice that demanded you listen, that pulled you in even if you didn’t want to be drawn so close. She kept her gaze low, pretending to scribble notes, but every time his voice dipped into something more intense, she felt a pull in her chest.
Her eyes flicked up briefly, catching the way his hand moved across the desk, the strength in the veins of his forearms as he gestured toward the board. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tanned skin, and Y/N had to force her gaze away before anyone noticed.
What bothered her most was how unaware he seemed of the effect he had. There was no smirk, no glance her way, no sign that he even remembered her as more than just another student. But that didn’t stop the feeling that coiled in her stomach every time they were in the same room.
When the class ended, Y/N was quick to gather her things, eager to escape the charged air of the lecture hall. She was almost at the door when she heard his voice again.
“Miss Y/L/N.”
She froze, heart racing. Slowly, she turned around, her hands clutching her bag strap a little too tightly. “Yes, Professor?”
Harry stood at the front of the room, still sorting through papers, but his tone was casual, indifferent even. “I’d like to discuss your last paper, if you have a moment.”
There was nothing strange about the request, nothing inappropriate about it. But her stomach twisted all the same.
She nodded and walked back down the aisle, each step heavier than the last. By the time she reached his desk, the room was empty, leaving only the two of them. Harry’s attention seemed to be fixed on the papers in front of him, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He looked up only briefly, his gaze flicking to hers before returning to the papers. “You’ve written well,” he began, his voice as measured as ever. “But I can tell your focus has been... divided lately.”
Y/N’s heart stuttered. Was it a critique? Or something else? She licked her lips nervously. “I’m sorry, I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”
Harry hummed softly, almost as if in thought, his eyes still on the paper. “Understandable,” he said, flipping a page. “But I’d hate to see your potential go unrealized.”
The statement hung between them, strangely intimate for what should have been a routine discussion. There was no accusation in his tone, nothing that suggested he had noticed more than just her academic performance. And yet, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that his words carried weight beyond their surface.
“I’ll do better,” she said, though her voice was softer than she intended.
Harry finally looked up again, his eyes meeting hers with a steady gaze that sent a chill down her spine. For a moment, she wondered if she was imagining it—the tension, the unspoken things between them. He seemed so composed, so unaffected, while her own heart raced in her chest.
“I’m sure you will,” he replied simply, his tone polite, neutral.
And just like that, the moment passed. Whatever she thought she might have seen in his gaze was gone, leaving her feeling foolish for reading too much into it. He turned his attention back to the papers, clearly dismissing her, and she let out a quiet breath, relieved and yet disappointed at the same time.
“Thank you, Professor,” she said softly before turning to leave, feeling his presence like a shadow behind her.
As she walked out of the room, her mind raced with questions. Had she misread him all along? Or was there something hidden beneath his calm exterior, something darker that he kept carefully veiled? She couldn’t be sure.
All she knew was that whatever it was between them—it was far from over.
Y/N’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, her mind buzzing with the memory of Harry’s gaze. She should have felt relieved that he hadn’t called her out for anything too specific, yet that brief exchange had left her unsettled.
Her phone buzzed, breaking her thoughts. She fished it out of her pocket, glancing at the screen: a message from her best friend, Liv.
"How was class? Any more moments with Mr. Unattainable?" Liv had a knack for teasing her about Harry, ever since Y/N had once, in a moment of weakness, mentioned how attractive he was.
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. "Class was fine. No, stop exaggerating," she typed back quickly, though her fingers hesitated. There was no way she was about to confess how his voice had almost made her heart stop when he’d called her name.
The truth was, she didn’t understand it herself. She had no reason to be so affected by him—he was her professor, after all. Yet, ever since that first class, there had been something about Harry Styles that lingered with her long after the lecture ended. The quiet control he exuded, the way his words dripped with intellect and confidence, how he seemed perfectly oblivious to how his presence could command a room without effort.
She let out a frustrated sigh, tucking her phone away. This was ridiculous. She wasn’t some schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher. But she couldn’t deny the fact that when she thought about Harry, it wasn’t just admiration for his mind or his teaching methods. There was a physical awareness too, something magnetic that made her pulse quicken whenever he was near.
By the time Y/N made it to the campus café, her mind was still spinning with thoughts she shouldn’t be having. She grabbed a coffee, needing the warmth and caffeine to shake the lingering unease from her bones.
As she settled into a corner booth, opening her laptop to review her notes, her gaze kept drifting toward the window. She didn’t expect to see anyone familiar, but every once in a while, her thoughts circled back to him.
Was it wrong? Was it really just in her head? That gaze earlier—it had felt like something. Or was she reading too much into it, twisting normal interactions into something they weren’t? It didn’t help that Liv’s constant teasing about “Professor Dreamy” had planted ideas in her head she couldn’t quite shake.
Just then, a shadow moved across her table, and Y/N’s heart lurched into her throat. She looked up, eyes widening slightly in surprise.
Harry Styles stood before her, his expression unreadable.
"Mind if I join you?" His voice was smooth, yet his tone made it sound like more of a statement than a question.
Y/N’s pulse stuttered as she nodded, forcing herself to appear calm, even as her mind raced. What was he doing here? It was a large campus—he could’ve gone anywhere—but here he was, sliding into the seat across from her with an ease that both unsettled and intrigued her.
Harry set his coffee down and leaned back in the chair, his presence overwhelming even in this casual setting. His eyes, a deep shade of green, flicked to her laptop briefly before returning to hers, as if assessing something.
“You looked like you were in deep thought,” he remarked, a faint smile playing at the edge of his lips. It was a subtle observation, but his gaze lingered a fraction longer than necessary, making her feel exposed.
Y/N cleared her throat, trying to gather her thoughts. “Just catching up on notes,” she said, forcing a smile. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
Harry’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but there was something about the way he leaned forward slightly that made her heart skip. “I frequent this place often,” he said simply. “Though I don’t usually run into my students outside of class.”
There it was again—that carefully controlled neutrality in his tone. She couldn’t tell if he was making small talk or implying something deeper. It was maddening.
“I guess it’s a coincidence,” Y/N replied, trying to keep her voice steady. But she could feel it—the undercurrent of tension pulling them closer, threading through the seemingly innocent conversation.
Harry raised an eyebrow, watching her with a quiet intensity. “Do you believe in coincidences?”
His question hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. There was something about the way he was looking at her—like he was testing her, challenging her to acknowledge the unspoken tension that had been simmering ever since that first glance in class.
Before she could formulate an answer, Harry’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at it briefly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he stood.
“Another time, perhaps,” he said smoothly, gathering his things. “I’ll see you in class, Miss Y/L/N.”
And just like that, he was gone, leaving Y/N sitting alone, her heart pounding and her mind whirling with questions. The conversation had been brief, but it was enough to set her on edge.
What did he mean by coincidences? Was there more to that question than she realized?
Y/N stared at the empty seat across from her, frustration and curiosity churning inside her. She had no idea what game Harry Styles was playing, or if there was even a game at all.
But something told her this wasn’t the last time their paths would cross outside the lecture hall.
Y/N sat in her apartment that evening, nervously adjusting her costume in front of the mirror. She and Liv had been planning to attend a Halloween party on campus for weeks, and Y/N had finally settled on a daring outfit: a sleek, black cat costume that hugged her curves in all the right places. The fitted bodysuit clung to her figure, the fabric shimmering slightly under the light, with a daringly low neckline that accentuated her collarbone and added a touch of allure.
The suit left her legs bare, the material stopping just below her hips, showcasing her smooth, toned thighs. She wore black heels that elongated her legs, making them appear endless and adding a sultry confidence to her stride. Each step felt powerful, her high heels clicking against the floor, a stark contrast to the soft fabric of her costume.
To complete the look, she adorned herself with a pair of playful cat ears and a thin tail that swayed behind her, giving her a playful edge. Y/N could see herself in the mirror, her reflection bold and unashamed. She felt good in her skin, caught up in the thrill of the night ahead—one filled with dancing, laughter, and maybe a little mischief.
The thought of running into Harry flickered briefly in her mind, but she brushed it aside, determined to enjoy the party without overthinking her attire. Tonight was about having fun and celebrating, not getting tangled up in complicated feelings.
“Are you ready yet?” Liv called from the living room, her voice slightly slurred from the pre-party drinks. “We’re going to be late!”
“Almost!” Y/N called back, taking one last look at herself. She felt powerful and fierce, ready to own the night.
“C’mon, I need you to approve of my costume!” Liv barged into the room, wearing a bright, revealing witch outfit complete with a feathered hat. She spun around dramatically, her long hair swaying. “What do you think? Am I hot or what?”
Y/N laughed, the tension easing a bit. “You look amazing! Just don’t make me drag you home” Referring to the multiple times that she had to carry her across campus back to their apartment.
Liv winked, grabbing her bag and tossing Y/N a mischievous grin. “No promises! Now let’s go, I want to dance!”
As they made their way to the party, the campus buzzed with excitement. Halloween decorations adorned the buildings, and students in various costumes milled about, laughter and music echoing in the cool night air. Y/N felt a thrill run through her as they approached the venue, a popular fraternity house that was known for its raucous parties.
On the way, they decided to take a shortcut through a quieter part of campus. That’s when Y/N spotted him.
Harry Styles emerged from the gym, a towel draped around his neck and wearing a loose fitted tank top that showcased his toned arms. His hair was slightly damp, and he looked effortlessly handsome—exuding the same confidence that had captivated her in class. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, her earlier bravado instantly replaced by embarrassment.
“Shit, is that—?” Liv started, her voice slurring slightly as she squinted in the dim light.
Before Y/N could stop her, Liv straightened, her playful demeanor shining through the haze of her tipsiness. “Hey, Professor Styles!” she called out, a cheeky grin plastered on her face.
Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as Harry turned his gaze toward them, eyebrows raising in surprise. “Liv, Y/N,” he greeted, his tone friendly yet laced with curiosity. His eyes flickered over their costumes, and Y/N couldn’t tell if he was amused or shocked.
“Looks like you two are ready for a big night,” he said, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.
Y/N could feel her stomach twist with embarrassment, acutely aware of the way she was dressed. She glanced at Liv, who was practically bouncing on her feet, clearly emboldened by the drinks she’d had. “Yeah, just heading to the party! You should come by and join us!” Liv said, her words spilling out a little too quickly.
“Liv!” Y/N hissed, mortified. This was not the conversation she had envisioned. The last thing she wanted was for Harry to see her friend flirting like this.
Harry chuckled, the sound low and rich, and Y/N felt a mix of relief and frustration at the way it sent warmth through her. “I appreciate the invite, but I think I’ll pass,” he replied, his gaze still locked on Y/N, as if trying to gauge her reaction.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun! You could let loose for one night,” Liv pressed, tilting her head with a playful smile, completely oblivious to Y/N’s discomfort. “Besides, we’d love to see you in a costume!”
Harry shook his head, laughter dancing in his eyes. “I think I’m better off here, thanks. Maybe next year?”
Y/N felt like she might combust. Next year? As if they’d still be in the same orbit then. “Uh, right. Maybe,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah, you should really think about it,” Liv chimed in, clearly enjoying the banter. She nudged Y/N, a teasing sparkle in her eyes. “I mean, we’re all just trying to have a little fun, right?”
Harry’s gaze flicked back to Y/N, his expression softening slightly. “You’re right, fun is important. Just make sure you’re safe tonight.”
Y/N swallowed hard, struggling to keep her composure. The concern in his voice felt personal, like he genuinely cared about their well-being. “We will,” she promised, forcing a smile despite the heat flooding her cheeks.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your night. Enjoy yourselves,” he said, taking a step back.
As he turned to walk away, Liv leaned into Y/N, her eyes wide with excitement. “Did you see that? He was totally checking you out!”
“What? No!” Y/N protested, though her heart raced at the thought. “He was just being polite.”
“Polite? He was practically undressing you with his eyes! Come on, don’t act like you didn’t feel that!” Liv giggled, already pulling Y/N toward the party.
Y/N tried to shake off the feeling, but as they walked away, she glanced back at Harry, who was now disappearing into the shadows of the campus. The look he had given her lingered in her mind, an intoxicating blend of desire and danger.
The party loomed ahead, pulsing with music and laughter, but Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was just the beginning.
As Y/N and Liv stepped into the party, the pulse of music hit them like a wave, vibrant and intoxicating. The room was filled with bodies dancing under dim, flickering lights, laughter and cheers blending into a thrilling cacophony. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and Y/N felt herself being swept away, the earlier embarrassment fading as she embraced the night.
“Let’s get some drinks!” Liv shouted over the music, her eyes sparkling with excitement. They made their way to the makeshift bar, where red solo cups overflowed with punch and various alcoholic concoctions.
Y/N poured herself a drink, the sweet taste sliding down her throat with a comforting burn. She felt the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her, loosening her nerves. Maybe this was what she needed—a distraction, a chance to dance, to forget for a while.
As they moved through the crowd, Liv grabbed Y/N's hand and led her to the center of the room, where bodies swayed and mingled. The rhythm of the music thrummed through Y/N, and she found herself letting go, the beat pulling her into the moment.
But even as she danced, her mind kept drifting back to Harry. The way he had looked at her, the flicker of interest in his eyes—it made her heart race and her skin tingle in ways she didn’t fully understand. The tension between them was electric, but the reality of their roles—the professor and the student—loomed over her like a dark cloud.
She needed to shake off those thoughts. Just for tonight.
As if the universe was listening, a guy approached her, a confident grin spreading across his face. He wore a pirate costume, complete with a ruffled shirt and an eye patch that gave him a playful charm. “What’s a pretty cat like you doing here all alone?” he asked, leaning in slightly, his voice a low drawl.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. “Not alone, I’m with my friend,” she gestured to Liv, who was laughing with a group nearby, completely engrossed in her own conversation.
“Well, I’m glad you’re not alone,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’m Shawn, by the way.”
“Y/N,” she replied, a hint of flirtation in her voice. “So, you’re a pirate, huh? Got any treasure to share?”
Shawn chuckled, stepping closer, the heat between them palpable. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of treasure. Just depends on what you’re looking for.” He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “What are you in the mood for tonight?”
Y/N felt a spark of excitement, a welcome distraction from her thoughts of Harry. She wanted to forget the lingering glances and the magnetic pull she felt toward him. “I’m looking for something fun,” she replied, her confidence bolstered by the drink.
“Fun, huh? I can definitely help with that,” Shawn said, his gaze lingering on her legs, appreciation evident in his eyes. “Why don’t we grab a drink and see where the night takes us?”
Y/N hesitated for just a moment, then nodded, eager for the distraction. She needed to step away from her complex feelings and embrace the night. “Sure, let’s do it.”
They made their way back to the bar, Shawn’s easy charm making her laugh as he recounted silly stories about past Halloween parties. She found herself genuinely enjoying his company, the flirtation light and carefree, a pleasant contrast to the weight of her feelings for Harry.
As the night went on, they danced and shared drinks, the music enveloping them in a cocoon of excitement. Y/N allowed herself to get lost in the moment, to revel in the attention Shawn offered her. It was fun, thrilling even, to flirt with someone who wasn’t complicated or off-limits.
Yet, even in the midst of the revelry, she felt that familiar twinge in her chest, a reminder of Harry's presence and the tension that crackled between them. The deeper she got into her flirtation with Shawn, the more she realized she was trying to fill a void that Harry had created—one that was proving harder to ignore than she had anticipated
