When bb and vampy are laying in bed facing each other, and both just holding one another, they were talking about their day but bb is so so sleepy she’s using all her energy to keep her eyes open and she’s just looking at vampy and running her thumb up and down his cheek slowly. Trying so hard to stay awake cus she wants to spend more time with him since she was at work all day but eventually her eyes are just to heavy for her and she closes them 😔 and vampy is just bursting at the seams like he fucking can’t she’s his BABY and he just pulls her even closer and puts her face in his neck cus he knows she likes to sleep like that 😭 kissing her head one million times 😞
Harry can tell Y/N is about to fall asleep.
She's been resisting the pull of rest for the last forty-five minutes, fighting valiantly against the drag of her eyelids as she's relayed her day to him. Her speech has been drifting in and out of coherence for the last fifteen minutes, her words falling off the edge of her tongue like a rock off a cliff— quickly plunging further and further down, until out of sight completely. And yet, just when Harry thinks that she's finally dropped into a chasm of sleep, her even breaths stutter, and she begins her story anew, her topics drifting like her speech.
"And there was this other customer today," Y/N stifles a yawn against Harry's shoulder as she moves her thumb slowly and evenly over the stubble on his cheek. "Who threw a fit because we were out of cream for their coffee. They said—" another yawn interrupts her speech. "—that milk didn't..."
Her voice trails off again, just as it did two minutes ago. Harry suppresses a smile, rubbing her back in time with her breaths. "The milk didn't what?"
"Hm?" Y/N's eyes flutter open again, although not quite to the same degree that they were before they fell shut. "It didn't taste the same. And I reminded them that...it's milk, not cream, so of course it...doesn't..."
Despite the warmth spreading through Harry's immortally frozen chest as he watches his lover battle her exhaustion, he hates to see her deny herself of her needs. He can't help but think that she wouldn't be so resistant to things like sleep if he could participate in the human habit with her. If he were to fall asleep first, Y/N would have no trouble curling into his side and closing her eyes without argument.
It's crossed Harry's mind once or twice to fake it. He's an excellent actor— he's had to be, to survive two centuries pretending to be mortal. He's sure he'd have no trouble closing his eyes, evening out the breaths he doesn't actually need, and lying still enough to convince Y/N that he's lost in a sea of sleep. But the idea plants a seed of discontent in his chest. He lies to his love so much, and so often. He can't bring himself to weave another deception at her expense.
"Angel," Harry keeps his voice low, barely a whisper echoing around his bedroom. "You're exhausted. Go to sleep."
As expected, this statement of truth is met with stubbornness. "Not tired."
Y/N can feel vibrations roll through Harry's chest as he fights back laughter. "You can barely finish your sentences, love. You can tell me more about your shitty customers in the morning, over breakfast. But for now, you need some rest."
"Don't wanna," Y/N tugs herself closer to Harry by his shoulders, inhaling the tobacco and vanilla scent of his cologne as she does so. "Barely saw you today, H. Wanna keep—" Another stifled yawn. "Talking."
"You know you undermine your arguments when you can't even open your eyes to make them, right?"
Y/N blinks her eyes open, unaware that she had let them fall close again. "They're open, asshole. Maybe it's yours that aren't open."
She feels one of Harry's dimples appear under her thumb as she strokes his cheek, and knows that he's laughing at her. If she had more energy, she'd push him away. But it's late, and despite running cold, being pressed tightly against his body is still the most comfortable place to rest. The only thing missing is—
Harry gently guides her head to rest in the crook of his neck, and the sigh of content that falls from Y/N's lips seizes his undead heart like a vice.
"My eyes are open. Which you would be able to tell if you could do the same."
Y/N hums in acknowledgement of his response, but doesn't form a counter argument. Instead, she lets her hand fall from her lover's cheek to his chest, too tired to note the unnatural stillness where his heart should beat.
"That's a good girl." Harry's lips press to the top of her head as her breathing evens out for the final time that night, and she finally drifts off the edge of consciousness. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
Despite not being awake to hear this promise, Y/N knows that it's true.
Aurora is a twenty-one year old who lives in Yellowstone, Canada. Home of the aurora lights, Yellowstone is the perfect place to study astronomy. Born and raised in Alaska by self-proclaimed hippies, her family has always inspired her to continue her interest in the stars. Little does she know that her years of studying wouldn’t prepare her for this other-worldly phenomenon she would soon discover. A phenomenon that has bright green eyes, an odd personality, and works with her at the university’s planetarium.
AU: star-being!harry x astronomy-student!aurora
HARRY’S POV
Stars. Galaxies. Planets. They are all things that make up infinite universes that separate different worlds from each other. Some for good reason. When worlds collide, what would happen? Would chaos among different breeds and cultures all around the world and galaxies ensue?
Of course it would. Because although people were born on earth, they didn't realize that they, too, were made of stardust and anything that didn't seem possible could very well be. When a star explodes, millions of creatures die. When a star is created, my people are born by the thousands.
So, as for us, we were the lucky ones. My star, Stella Domus, had been unscathed since I was born two thousand years ago and it had been our home ever since. Although our star might have seemed small, we were one of the biggest societies in the galaxy.
My father and mother were the rulers of this particular star and I just so happened to be the next in line to rule, assuming I didn't die before that happened. Although, I had managed to survive this long, so the odds seemed to be in my favor so far.
My parents hadn't told me much about what had been going on, but I'd noticed the whispered conversations in the corridors of the kingdom. I tried my best to ignore it, but it was hard when the tension was so thick I could feel it. It made me want to crawl out of my skin just to get away sometimes. Whenever something was wrong, my body could almost immediately sense it.
Yet there I was, putting one foot in front of the other, as I walked from my bedroom into the main corridor of my parents. The hallways were empty as my footsteps echoed against the marble flooring. I stopped mid-step once I reached the two entry doors and looked up as they towered over me. Its golden handles sparkled against the moonlight outside the windows. With one swift movement, my body leaned against the wooden frame and I turned the knob. The doors swung open and immediately my eyes gazed around the room as I took my first step inside.
I'd been in this room more times than I could count, but I swore I could still get lost in its magnitude. The ceiling stretched so high it would make my feet stumble if I stared too long. I used to dream about flying to the top when I was a child, just to be able to finally be above everyone else.
Gold accents adorned the entirety of the space, looking as magnificent as ever paired with the marble. Golden stars flicked reflections back at me from the walls to the tops of the ceilings. It was as if they were greeting me as I entered, too. It was what I always thought growing up, and I still partially believed it to this day.
I knew my parents had to be around here somewhere, but I was also silently hoping I wouldn't run into them. They'd been so on edge recently that it inadvertently made me on edge. So, preferably, I had been keeping my distance.
Really all I wanted to do was sit on the big couch that out-stretched against the entire wall. My parents used to scold me for sneaking into their area of the kingdom, but they soon gave up. I couldn't help that they had the best spots to relax. Maybe they should have put the couch in my room and we wouldn't have had this issue.
"Evening, Harry." One of the guards said to me with a slight bow, and I gave him a cheeky smile with a wave as I walked by.
"Hello." I coo'd.
"Harry." I heard my father's voice boom through the room which caused me to jump a little as I turned on my heel, my hand on my chest as I breathed out a laugh.
"Dad, you scared me." I looked at his deadpan expression, my smile dropping as I took a few steps back from him. He walked by me with a fierce stride towards the main table.
"We need to talk." He ignored my sentence, my mother following close behind him. She set a soft hand onto my arm as she flashed me a gentle smile. I placed my hand onto hers as I walked with her to the main table and sat down in front of him.
I was the first to sit and I had begun to impatiently tap my fingers against the top of my knee as it bounced. I could tell they were about to talk to me about something, probably scold me. I did my best to think hard about anything I could have done recently to cause this sit-down conversation.
Eventually they both settled in their chairs and they first looked at one another before turning their attention to me. The look on their faces was hard to read and I twitched uncomfortably in my seat because of it.
"Listen, I don't care what Leon said, I didn't use his bar of soap! He's a liar." I blurted out in a huff, pinching the bridge of my nose. "And I think it's a bit unfair that we have the same colored soaps—"
"Harry— God, no. This isn't about your brother." My father groaned, rolling his eyes as he slammed his hands on the table. He was staring at me with a serious look on his face and my face dropped in expression, my lip curling into my mouth as I looked at him.
"Oh, well, yeah." I trailed off. "I was just kidding anyway. What's up?" I shot a smile back at them, placing my hands onto the table. They both looked at one another and back at me, briefly rolling their eyes.
"The war." My father spoke lowly under his breath. He shot another glance back at my mom and she ignored it, spinning back to me with a timid look.
"What about it?" My arms crossed against my chest. I didn't understand why they wanted to sit down with me to talk about this. What did I have to do with it? They had never included me before.
I could tell my father was growing increasingly annoyed as he pleadingly glared at my mom, motioning his hands towards me. I guess it was her turn to talk and I shifted my attention back to her. This was beginning to annoy me, too. They kept talking to me like I was supposed to be getting it when they had hardly said anything.
"Listen honey." My mom softly chimed in before she proceeded to get up from her chair and walked over to me. She knelt down beside me, placing her hand back onto my arm and looked up to meet my eyes.
"Things aren't..." She stopped for a moment to collect her thoughts. "They're not good. Okay, Harry? I know you aren't due to have your first mission for a while, but we're going to need you now."
My hands remained crossed as I peered down at her. I could feel my eyebrows scrunch together in thought. She was still looking at me with the same expression on her face, as if begging me to understand.
"Wait, now?" I shot up from my chair as a new wave of panic began to course through my body. No way was I prepared for this, what made them think I was ready now?
Mom had stood back up, pushing her chair in as she walked to my side. Her hand graced against my back, forcing me to shift my gaze back to her.
"Yes, Harry. We need you. You know we wouldn't ask you this if we didn't think you were ready—"
My dad cleared his throat, cutting her off. It was almost like he was choking on my mom's words and she shot a scolding glare at him. Through clenched teeth she spoke towards him. "Right, dear?"
He paused for a moment, huffing a breath and nodded his head. "Yes, what your mother said."
"Right." She looked at him with a tight smile, turning around on her heel as she placed her hands behind her back. She was thinking carefully about what to say next.
"You know..." She cleared her throat, placing her hands onto the table as she looked back at me. "The light guardians have been spotted on Earth near the aurora lights tonight..."
I stared with a blank expression on my face for a moment, my eyes glancing over at my father briefly then back at my mother. Tension filled the air, so much so that I could have cut it with the sharpest knife in the galaxy.
"They were taken down, but unfortunately some of our people got wounded. They're in urgent care. We really need you to go down to earth to see what we are up against."
"Wait." I interjected, putting my hand up as my eyes went down to the floor, a cheeky smile on my lips as my gaze flicked up to hers. "I'm going to Earth?"
My father let out a sigh as he stood to his feet, leaning over the table slowly. "This does not mean you get to go down there and goof around. You are to go down there, keep talking to humans at a bare minimum, and come back."
"But..." I pointed a finger at him, a grin on my lips. "I get to finally go to Earth."
I had never been to Earth yet and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I had only ever seen humans in pictures, never in real life. Excited was an understatement.
"Harry, honey, listen." My mother placed a hand on my arm, a worried chuckle left her lips as she glanced between me and my father. "Yes, you will be going to Earth. We need you to protect Aurora. Our life depends on it."
My father opened his jacket, slipping out a piece of paper as he slid it across the table. His brows furrowed together as he pointed at the drawing on the paper. "This is what you need to look for. If you see anyone in human form with this on their skin—"
"Is that what the light guardians have on them?" I picked the piece of paper up, inspecting the drawing carefully as I furrowed my brows. My eyes shot over to my mom. "This is what I need to look for?"
"Well, yes and—" She dug into her pocket, pulling out an amulet as she dangled it in front of me. She took my hand and placed it carefully into my palm, closing it and stared into my eyes. "This amulet will momentarily stun any power they have. All you need to do is to point it where the sunlight reflects onto them. This also means you have to act quickly."
"Sweet." I said in excitement, looking down at the blue amulet. It was made of moonstone of different sizes hooked on a chain, but the center opened to reveal two small mirrors.
"Harry, this is serious. Your job is simple." My father made me look at him, his expression deadpanned once again. "Go to earth. Protect the Aurora. Come back. That's it. Don't form any human relationships, don't fuck around. Do your job and come back."
I opened my mouth to say something, but my mom had handed me a key as she talked to me. "This is the key to where you'll be staying. It has the address on it. Just follow the instructions. We need you to go now."
"Okay." I shrugged, shoving the key into my pocket.
Easy enough. Go down, protect Aurora, and come back. Couldn't be too hard. Honestly, I thought that my family would have given me a harder mission, but this sounded like a piece of cake.
The security guard came up from behind me, handing me my coat and I turned around on my heel, grabbing it as I pulled it over my shoulders.
"And I'll be back in a couple of days?"
"You can not stay longer than three days at a time. Our kind can not survive on Earth for that long. Come back and report every three days you are there." My mother looked worried, but still had a tight smile on her lips as she spoke. I was worried too. They didn't even tell me how to find this Aurora.
"Sounds good to me—" I paused as I looked back at my father who stood with a grimace on his face. My mother nudged him with her elbow, muttering something to him under her breath.
"Father? I won't let you down. I'll make sure of it." I said as I walked backwards, showing him the amulet in my hand. A cheeky smile spread on my lips as I put it into my pocket, but then felt my foot stumbled over a cord which almost sent me face-first to the marble flooring.
My father groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I stood up quickly, putting my hands up. "I'm good! I'm good! My bad." I laughed out. "Okay, bye." I ran down the staircase into the corridors.
"He's an idiot." My father muttered under his breath. My mother frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked away from him.
"You could at least give him a chance, love." She said softly before vanishing into her bedroom.
My feet carried me as I ran out the front door of the palace, the ice cold space hit me and I breathed out slowly. I looked over to my left to see the moon next to our home planet, a big smile on my face as I pointed at it, furrowing my brows.
"I won't let ya down, moon. I'm gonna save us all." There was a quiet moment before I spun myself towards Earth, staring at it with wonder in my eyes.
I closed my eyes, feeling the energy running through my toes, up my legs, and shooting through my body as I formed myself into the smallest star. My light shone so bright even the guards had shielded their eyes from it. Within seconds, I felt a rush of adrenaline and blasted off from my planet and straight to Earth. The journey may have seemed short, but I knew it would take seconds for me to get there.
Earth, here I come.
CH 2 RELEASE DATE: 02/09/22
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hello folks, i have never written fanfiction and never used this blog! i guess i’m diving in headfirst LMAO!!!
this is a lil blurb i thought of when y/n is a singer (not super big but for sure up and coming) and she covers kiwi at one of her shows and it goes viral and harry notices and decides to just SHOW UP at her show the balls on this guy!! anyways this is my first fic so please be kind! constructive criticism is always welcome
“thank you for coming out tonight! your presence gives me the ability to do my job- i will always be grateful for each and every single one of you. drive safely and love one another, los angeles. thanks again for having me, you have been wonderful.”
as you walked off the small stage at the house of blues your heart swelled with pride. this was your first show out of state, and from what the audience sounded like, you had crushed it. performing in LA had always been a dream of yours, but a daunting one, considering that their crowds were used to big names and powerful stage presences. you were intimidated by the city- yet you walked off their stage with an indescribable feeling of pride, adrenaline, and confidence. this was the start of something new and you could feel it.
feeling someone’s eyes on you, you made a sharp turn and ran into your tour manager, rosco. “hello! hey, hey, hey, that was amazing wasn’t it? the energy felt absolutely maddening! god, i could do that everyday for the rest of my life. what do you think? was it too much, did we do too many covers?” the words seemed to flow right out of you, even though you gave LA your all, it was still LA, and rosco had always been your best critic. he quickly responded to let you know it was as amazing as you’d originally thought, and that if this show was any indication, you would have plenty more shows in LA.
what you didn’t expect, however, was the ruckus that one of the aforementioned covers would cause on twitter. you had always loved harry styles, and after taking quite some time to look into the legalities on the matter, decided to cover kiwi for the first time last night. logging into your account, you noticed the song title trending- and after clicking on it you were led to a video of your show, hair being shaken around you, throwing yourself around the stage with the heavy music, and the scene was completed with a boisterous crowd jumping around and singing every word along with you. a smile covered your face- this is your favorite part of performing, losing yourself entirely in the stage, and in this video you were doing just that. however excited you had become at the potential this showed for your career, you immediately had so many questions. why had this blown up so much? you covered four songs last night, why is this one such a big deal? after looking through the tag, chuckling at some memes, and being freaked out by some responses, you had found the tweet that made you lose your shit. the tweet itself wasn’t even the raunchiest you had found this morning, it simply stated: “@y/t/n: fuck my shit up, babe. literally, whatever you want to do to me, do it” with the linked video of you singing kiwi. however, one thing in particular stood out to you. the part that said “liked by harry styles”.
you immediately dialed rosco, not only is he your tour manager, but basically your entire support system. a musicians life gets lonely, and he is the only one who has stuck by you throughout the entire tumultuous journey.
“sweetheart! perfect timing, i actually was just about to call-”
“harrystylessawthekiwivideoandlikedatweetaboutitholyfuckingshit-” you started to ramble, your most prominent nervous trait, in the highest pitch rosco thought he had ever heard from you.
“sweets, first of all, where was that pitch when we recorded the album? second, take a breath and tell me again, i can’t understand a damn thing you said”
you took a deep breath and told him of the tweets you saw, and when you told him about harry’s interaction he simply told you to chill out. he had favorited a tweet, and he may not have even been the one to do it. with an odd sting you realized he was correct, while it was exciting to have your idol recognize you, you could not overthink it: it was simply recognition for a job well done.
“it seems as though the people you needed to impress are just as proud of you as i am, lovey, your ‘one night only’ in los angeles has been extended to two, you interested in doing it all over again tomorrow night?”
you must have looked like a goldfish in your kitchen, jaw slack and eyes wide open, you struggled to come to your senses. you had asked for the chance to prove yourself in a city known for music, and good music at that, and were apparently being gifted with a second chance.
“oh! um, yes, of course, why wouldn’t i? holy shit, this is amazing, holy shit!” you began to squeal and run in circles around your house. whilst giggling with elation, the seriousness of this event hit you: two nights of rocking out with the liveliest crowd you have ever played for, in the city you’ve dreamt of doing this in for years. drops began to form in your eyes as you managed to spit out a quick thank you to rosco, who knew you would cry. he, quite frankly, did not want to hear your tears, so he hung up after telling you what to tweet.
after logging on you realized you had gone from a respectable 10k followers to an overwhelming 30k, you almost squealed again, composing yourself enough to type, you wrote:
@y/t/n: wow. in absolute awe of you la. thank you for supporting me, and thank you for letting me do what i do. and thanks to you all, i have been gifted another night here (-: night two at the hob! tickets on sale at 6pm california time, come see me tomorrow night, peeps! i’ll be sure to make it worth your while <3
with the click of your fingers and the ping of your phone, the announcement had been sent, and the stage had been sent. the pressure was on, and you had never felt more in your element.
everything that could have gone wrong on the morning of your fateful second show, had. you had woken up late (something minor, but was an omen for your bad day), gotten a flat tire, been hit on by the man sent to fix said flat tire, and had been late to soundcheck. after arriving at soundcheck you had found that everything was wrong, the stage wasn’t set up correctly, the duct-taped x’s from the previous show had been removed, and you had to all but start from the beginning.
you had planned to change things up from your previous gig, but had no time to practice the changes. you spoke to your band and hoped that was enough, you drank some coffee, did some jumping jacks, warmed up your vocals, and put on your game face. this is your second show in LA, and you weren’t going to let anything ruin it; hearing the sounds of a sold out bar in front of you, feeling your heart began to flutter in your chest, and knowing that in a few minutes you would be putting on the best show of your goddamn life had set you up well. you were ready. with your shoulders back and head up high, you walked onto stage and, unknowingly, commanded the attention of the room.
about twenty minutes into your set you decided to take a quick breather. taking a long sip of water and leaning into the microphone, you decided to do a quick little check in, “hey folks, hows everyone doing out there?” your southern drawl had just slipped in towards the end, and you felt so at ease on stage that you hadn’t even noticed. someone else did notice.
harry styles had decided to surprise you at your show, he had favorited that tweet because he agreed- you could do whatever you wanted to him, but he would rather do whatever you wanted to you. he had his signature smirk on as he stood backstage, listening to rosco ramble about how surprized you would be when you realized he had come, and how much you adored his album. as you continued to banter back in forth with the sold out bar, harry had taken note of how peaceful you looked. you stood proudly on stage, with messy hair, and a sick body you looked comfortable; the stage had seemed like your home.
luckily, you hadn’t noticed harry the entire show, hadn’t even noticed how his eyes hadn’t left your body while you passionately belted out every word to his song, completely losing yourself in the melody, and delivering another breathtaking performance. he watched you take your final bow, and heard your last expression of gratitude, before watching you run off stage and into the arms of your tour manager. harry quickly noticed the tears in your eyes and the smile so large that it looked painful, he heard your rambling and the joy in your voice, it had reminded him of when this was all new, when nothing was guaranteed, and the only thing keeping him in this trying industry was the feeling you were experiencing right now.
his moment of nostalgia passed as you had unraveled yourself from rosco’s arms and did a double take. harry styles was standing in front of you. you heard a deep chuckle coming from him, likely due to your wide eyes and gaping mouth, he heard a quiet “no fucking way” come from you, and decided he had waited long enough. as cocky as usual, he rasped out, “hello love, your show was amazing. it’s a pleasure to meet you, i’m harry, as i think you may know” he didn’t bother waiting for a response from the gobsmacked young woman before continuing, “y’know, i’ve seen plenty of covers of kiwi, but none have been as genuine as yours. you captured the song for what it is, you blew it away, blew me away in fact, so i knew i had to come out and see ya tonight.” his accent grew thicker as he became more bemused with your state of shock.
your breath eventually caught up to you as you nervously chuckled, “holy shit, thank you so much. you have no idea how much that means coming from you. thank you for coming out, oh my god, i have so much to say to you but nothing is coming to mind other than thank you, so thank you, again”
“of course, darling, i loved it. i’ll be sure to pass along my number so whatever comes to mind can be said. unfortunately, i have to run, but i’ll be seeing you around kiddo, keep up the good work” harry said with a sly wink, leaving you flushed at the pet name, and yearning for more time with him. while you let out a soft thank you and goodnight, you began to think of what the future held for you. praise from harry styles was not to be taken lightly, and his impromptu visit had only fanned the flame in your soul, his visit meant you were doing something right, and this had been the fuel you needed to continue putting in long hours at the studio, and spending evenings alone, writing in your shitty and overpriced apartment.
while you had been thinking of what this visit meant for your career. harry had thoughts of you headlining arenas swimming around in his head. as he walked away he thought of you; thought of how immensely talented you were, how charismatic you were, and how far you had to go. he also thought of your grace, the presence you carried as you pranced around on stage, and the charming beauty that you seemed unaware of. harry styles knew you were talented, but he also knew you were breathtaking, and he could see absolutely nothing stopping you.
as he walked away and you listened to rosco’s compliments, you allowed your own mind to wander. maybe, just maybe, things were going to look up for you. and you couldn’t help but sigh happily at the thought.
A/N: hello peeps! sorry this was super long hmm i’m torn between cutting it or not, because not much harry but also the buildup is important to me, please let me know what you prefer! constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome and apprecited! thanks for reading this far if you did, you mean the world to me! let me know if y’all would want a part two (-:
Author’s Note: I might be done with this series at the end of September. Just a little heads up. Enjoy loves. xxx M
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“IT LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU!” Gemma exclaimed in excitement over my hair. “Did Harry know you were going to do it?”
Harry leaned in next to me. We both were seen by Gemma on FaceTime.
“No she didn’t” Harry answered her question. “Didn’t give me’h a single hint”
I rolled my eyes at him.
For the record, we were talking about my hair. I dyed it light pink with some streaks being dyed platinum blonde. I was planning to dye it and hadn’t given much thought about it to say anything to Harry. When I was out with Nicole earlier shopping at the mall, it only felt like the right thing to do in the moment as absurd as it was. Harry was completely shocked when I came home. He couldn’t stop touching my hair. I guessed he missed me with my dark hair. I still my dark roots in.
“Why pink?” Gemma asked me. “I thought you would go for caramel or purple”
“I always wondered what I looked like in pink” I explained. “So I did it”
“It’s going to take time for it to grow on me” Gemma said.
“Well I love it” Harry commented, interrupting our conversation again. “One of my favorite colors”
“You told me that a hundred times already” I said, turning my head to him.
“Because I love it that much” Harry responded back, smirking at me.
I chuckled, not able to take him serious.
It’s been a month since I met Anne and Gemma. Since then, everything was going well between us. Harry and I got closer. Not physically closer, however. I mean as in understanding and spending more time with each other. We practically lived together. He spent more time here than at his own place. Then again, Harry seemed like the person who never stayed at his house.
“I’m gonna go” Gemma said. “I don’t want to see any kissing”
I turned my head back to my phone.
“Alright Gem” I said to her. “Bye. I’ll talk to you later”
“Bye Y/N” Gemma said before ending our FaceTime.
I pressed my phone’s home button and tapped on my text messages. Harry got up from my couch.
“I need a wee” Harry said, walking to my bathroom.
“Then go” I said to him while texting Nicole.
I heard the closing of the bathroom door when I sent Nicole a text. I stared at the screen for a couple of seconds, thinking she would text back immediately. Instead, it was a call. A call not from her. But from Jeff.
This was odd. I thought I was the last person he would ever call. I had a feeling something was wrong.
I accepted the call, answering it. I put it on speaker.
“Hey Jeff” I said into my phone.
“Hey Y/N” Jeff said with his voice echoing through the living room. “Is Harry next to you?”
“Not at the moment” I told him. “I can tell him the moment he isn’t”
“Can you ask him about New York?” Jeff asked me. “I need to know when’s he’s leaving”
New York? Leaving? I was confused. I didn’t hear any of this before. Harry didn’t tell me anything.
“New York?” I asked Jeff.
“Yes Y/N” Jeff said. “New York. Are you coming too?”
“To New York?” I asked.
“Yes, where else?” Jeff asked, becoming impatient with me. “Harry wanted to ask you”
I heard the flushing of water and the sink going on. I didn’t want Harry to hear my conversation with Jeff. I needed to end it quick.
“I need more time to think” I told him. “I’ll tell Harry. Bye”
I ended the phone call, hanging up on Jeff. I settled my phone on the table in front of me. A second later, Harry walked out of the bathroom.
“Were yeh talking to someone?” Harry asked as he walked over to me. “I heard your voice”
“I was” I said to Harry as he took a seat on the couch. “I was talking to Jeff”
Harry looked at me, surprised. I expected him to react like that. Jeff always calls him first.
“Did he want to talk to me’h?” Harry asked.
“He wanted to ask when you were leaving for New York” I told Harry, crossing my arms at him. “You know, you could have told me”
“I’m sorry” Harry apologized. “I jus’t . .”
“Didn’t want to hurt my feelings?” I asked him, being a bit offended. “I don’t cry about everything you tell me and-“
“It’s not that” Harry said, cutting me off. “I jus’t wanted the right moment to tell yeh”
The right moment? Why would he need the right moment to tell me about New York if it was a small business trip? The only reasons I could understand why he wanted the right moment was if he wanted me to move with him or worse, leave me behind for a while.
I uncrossed my arms at him.
“Were you going to leave without telling me?” I asked him. “Because if you were, I would want to know the first thing”
“I’m not leaving yeh behind” Harry shook his head at me. “I wanted yeh to come. I wanted yeh to move in with me’h”
I was taken back by what he had said. He wanted to move in with me. I never moved in with anyone. Not one of my past boyfriends. I didn’t even know if two months was fast for two people to move in together.
“Yeh don’t have to decide now” Harry said to me. “We could work this out if yeh choose to stay or-“
“I want to go” I answered, cutting him off. “Of course, I want to go to New York and move in with you”
Harry smiled at me.
“Yeh sure?” Harry asked. “Yeh have friends and family here. I know how much yeh would miss them”
I looked down at my lap. He was right. All I ever knew was my friends and family. I only ever been to the states for work. I never saw myself living there but I didn’t see myself being with Harry either. If it was one thing I was certain of, it would be I would miss Harry more than my friends and family. I’ve been to hell to be with him. Distance wasn’t going to separate us.
I looked up to Harry.
“I would miss them . .But I would miss you more” I told Harry. “I’m sick of us being apart. The last thing I would want is to not be with you”
“Yeh absolutely sure?” Harry asked. “Because yeh getting my hopes up right now”
“I’m sure” I answered him. “I want to do this with you”
Harry smiled with his green eyes glowing in happiness. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly.
“Thank yeh” Harry whispered in my ear. “I love yeh so m-“
DING. DING.
My phone ringed as I got a message, interrupting Harry and mine’s hug. Harry let go off me and reached for my phone on the table. He looked at my screen.
“Nicole says ‘Yeah. You two haven’t yet?’” Harry read my text message.
I took my phone from him and unlocked my phone.
“Am I missing something?” Harry asked. “Are yeh talking about us?”
A/N - I have been trying to post this for several says now and it just wouldn’t load so I hope this goes up.
(Based on Harry blessing us with Hawaii)
You sat with Glenne and Jeff at one of the many tables at brunch. You were all in Hawaii for the wedding of a mutual friend of their and Harry’s and you being Harry’s girlfriend – well, now, fiancé, attended as his plus one. You thought back to last night, remembering all that had taken place.
The ceremony was beautiful. Harry had decided to of course wearing one of his dad shirts claiming, ‘We’re in Hawaii, love, course ‘m gonna wear this shirt,’ as he sassily pulled his white jacket over top of it. You had asked Harry what to wear since you didn’t know anyone apart from him, Glenne, and Jeff, and he told you to wear whatever you wanted because, ‘you’d look beautiful in whatever you wore, love,’ he shrugged with a loving smile. So, once you were satisfied with how your hair and makeup looked, you guys were off.
And here you were, wondering when you would get married…wondering if Harry wanted to get married. After the ceremony the reception had kicked off – various people sat at tables while the bride and groom had their first dance. Harry introduced you to everyone later, as his ‘lovely girlfriend,’ but what rubbed you the wrong way was when he winked at Jeff after saying it. Knowing he had a glad of champagne prior, you shook it off and chatted with Glenne as the dance ended. The announcement was then made for all of the single women to try and catch the bouquet. You froze, feeling awkward – you didn’t know the bride and groom, so you chose not to participate.
“You’re not going up there love?” your boyfriend’s sweet voice asked. You looked at him, shaking your head no with an uncomfortable smile. He seemed kind of disappointed.
“Come on, y/n have a little fun,” Glenne encouraged you and grabbed you by the hand dragging you to the dance floor. She ran off before you could question why she did it. The bride strangely made eye contact with you, nodding to herself as she turned around to fling the handful of flowers past her head. Funny enough, they came soaring straight towards you, as you reached out and caught them. Everyone cheered, and you looked over to Harry knowing the meaning of catching the bride’s bouquet.
There he sat, acting like that Kermit the frog meme, sipping his tea (which was really champagne) like it was none of his business, but the smirk on his face behind his glass said otherwise. Awkwardly, you stalked back over to your seat and sat staring at the table, not knowing what to say. They started playing music for the guests to dance to as you and your group of four made your way to the dance floor. Harry had brought the flowers with him, showing them off as he danced, pretending to throw them at Jeff.
When all of the festivities were over, the four of you headed back to the hotel. You all walked towards the front doors of the hotel, and had almost reached the giant fountain in the middle of the pavement, but you noticed everyone else’s footsteps had stopped. You came to a halt as soon as you realized they weren’t trailing behind you anymore. You turned around slowly, and the confused look on your face caused Harry to turn to his manager/dear friend smirking and raising his eyebrows, with an arm behind his back – keeping something out of your eyesight. They were speaking some sort of language that you didn’t understand – they knew something that you didn’t.
“Guys, what is going on?” you laughed at their boyish behavior. Harry stepped out in front of them, and made his way towards you slowly and revealed the bouquet behind his back.
“I think you forgot something when we left, love,” he smiled cheekily.
“Harry, where are you going with this?” you shifted from one foot to the other wondering what could possibly be running through that gorgeous head of his. You stared at him amused at the fascination he seemed to have with an arrangement of flowers.
“Here,” he outstretched them towards you, nodding for you to take them. You grasped them slowly, still staring at him unknowingly.
“You know what catching ‘em means, don’t you?”
“Yes, Harry…I know what it means,” you smiled cheekily at him. But your face grew serious when you realized what those flowers had meant. Why the bride had thrown them right to you.
“Oh my god,” you clasped your hand over your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as Harry knelt down on one knee, right there in front of the hotel fountain. You tried not to cry until he got the words out, and he seemed to notice.
“Haven’t even asked you yet, love,” he shook his head with his dimples popping promptly into place as he let out an affectionate laugh at your reaction.
“Shut up,” you laughed as you tried to contain yourself. Your laughter caused a sweet chuckle to rumble from his own chest. He took a deep breath before starting to speak.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” he slowly pulled the little velvet box from his jacket pocket, opening it as he continued to speak, “you’re not only my best friend, nor my girlfriend, you’re the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my nights how we did tonight – with each other, dancing, laughing, holding one another, whatever you want. And I want to spend the rest of my days as your husband. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
By the time he had finished his sentiment, he was getting choked up himself.
“Yes,” you nodded enthusiastically. He smiled tearfully as he gently took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. He quickly brought your hand to his lips pressing a tight kiss to your knuckle before standing up and kissing you properly, picking you up and swinging you around like a cliché scene you had watched in one of his favorite romantic comedies. After placing you on your feet, he peppered kisses all over your face until you couldn’t contain that cute little laugh he loved so much that bubbled in your chest. When you had finally calmed down and Harry had been sweet enough to wipe away any leftover tears, you turned your heads back to Glenne and Jeff. Glenne was holding Harry’s phone and was clearly taking a video, by the guilty look on her face.
“You little shits were in on this,” you shake your head laughing. Harry laughs and goes to retrieve his phone. Once he’s placed it back in his pocket, Glenne and Jeff walk past the two of you, going up to their hotel room.
“Yes, yes we were,” Jeff chuckles nodding nonchalauntly.
You watch them walk away and make their entry into the hotel lobby, shocked by the epiphany that has just set itself off in your brain. The fact Harry winked at Jeff when he said ‘girlfriend,’ the fact the bride literally threw the bouquet directly to you, and the fact that Jeff and his girlfriend had waited for you guys while Harry proposed so they could get the video. You go to respond to their cleverness, but you’re interrupted by your lovely fiance’s voice, as he brushes your hair off your shoulder from his stance behind you, his other arm snaking around your waist. He kisses your neck once before his lips brush against your ear.
“Why don’t you forget about them,” he whispers, “and go back to your hotel room with your fiancé so that he can get you out of that damn dress.” Your body went rigid but filled with excitement. You said nothing and didn’t turn to look at him. Smiling to yourself, you simply grabbed the arm that was wrapped around you and started walking him towards the door.
You snapped back to the present when your eyes scanned the grass for Harry and found the sight before you. He was playing with the little girl he had met at the reception last night, ‘booping’ her nose, scurrying away on his bare feet before she could catch him, his champagne flute in hand.
You decided right there and then, that you were going to tell Harry that you found out that morning that you were pregnant - obviously not from the previous night.
Wait I know we always talk about how protective vampy would be when bb got sick but what would nialls reaction be to her getting sick? I feel like Harry would mention it in the groupchat so Niall would rush over and H would be like “what are you doing go home” and hes like “ok but......shes not gonna die right?” And Harry’s like “....should we call Mitch” and bb would yell from His bed “I LITERALLY JUST HAVE A COLD CALM DOWN” then h would be like “…do you think we should take her to the ER just in case?”
the way they would make each other's anxiety worse PLS
...
It's not that Harry didn't know Niall was fond of Y/N.
He'd spent months running interference between the two, trying to squash Niall's every attempt of establishing contact with the mortal girl before Harry was ready. He'd stopped multiple attempts to crash dates, suffered through his phone being stolen four times, and lost three fingernails in a battle to prevent Niall from adding Y/N to their group chat affectionately titled "The Fang Gang." Once Harry did start allowing contact between his mortal lover and immortal friends, Harry could see the playful relationships bloom immediately. He was glad for it, even— it was much easier to have a relationship with Y/N once the two sides of his life began to merge. And he knew there was a certain degree of protectiveness that went along with that. He'd appreciated his friends understanding his need to make sure she was safe, that he sometimes had to leave a hangout early to make sure Y/N had a ride home when working a closing shift. He'd been thankful for it during certain nights in certain clubs. He knew there was affection there.
He just didn't expect that affection to bring Niall to his door thirty-two seconds after texting in the group chat that he and Y/N would have to miss dinner on account of her having a cold.
The Irishman looks at Harry with an expression he hasn't seen on the carefree vampire's face in years, peering anxiously over Harry's shoulder as if expecting to see the sick girl there. "Is Y/N okay?"
Harry blinks at him. "Is she— what?"
"Is Y/N okay?" Niall repeats the question, his eyes focusing back on Harry's face. "You said she was sick, and that's— humans are fragile. Getting sick means—"
"It means she has a cold, Niall," Harry's own brow furrows in confusion as he looks his friend up and down. "Just a cold. She just needs some rest."
Niall steps into the apartment, and the unease rolling off the vampire in waves convinces Harry to let it happen. He's never seen Niall go so long without smiling, or cracking a joke in greeting.
"You know people die of colds, Harry," Anxiety is threaded through Niall's voice as he speaks. "All it takes is one big cough, and suddenly your lungs are on the outside of your body! Human's don't do well with lungs on the outside of their body! That's literally the opposite of where they're supposed to be!"
"I really don't think that's how coughing works, mate," Harry touches Niall's shoulder with a measured movement. "Calm down. She's fine. Just a bit congested, has a small cough and a headache. Mostly she just needs sleep."
"What if she can't breathe? Congestion means—"
"It means she has a stuffy nose! That's it!"
Niall pulls out his phone. "Have you checked her temperature?"
"Five minutes ago. It's only 38.1 degrees—"
"Google says that's a fever! You know what happens when humans have fevers?"
Harry sighs. "They die?"
"They die, Harry! Fevers are bad! Fevers mean infection!"
"It's a cold!"
And yet.
Harry feels his stomach twist within his abdomen as he snatches Niall's phone from his hands and reads through the Google search results about fevers.
"Mitch doesn't seem concerned," Harry says the words almost as a comfort for himself.
Niall makes a noise of mocking in the back of his throat. "Mitch barely batted an eye when Sarah wound up in a body bag. Should we use him as the gauge for how concerned we should be?"
Harry can identify two faults to that argument right away, the first being that Mitch was distraught for days when Sarah met her untimely mortal end, and the second being that if anyone shouldn't be the gauge for concern, it's Niall, who's prone to overexcitement and overreacting. But then he hears Y/N coughing upstairs, and pictures her fragile body shivering beneath the blanket's he's layered on top of her, and all his counterarguments go out the window.
"I'll go get Y/N while you bring the car around, alright? You think I can bribe the ER staff with a Gucci watch?"
yes please give us a harry styles x euphoria crossover omg!!!
you guys asked for it and i also really wanna do it so if you have any other specific euphoria related blurb requests plz send them omg
{harry styles x euphoria crossover part 1/?}: heading to the party
content warnings: drinking mentions, hinting at drug use
“are you sure we’re going the right way?” harry partially slurred out as they walked down the pavement.
“yes, harry. you don’t hear the fuckin’ music?” jules giggled out. her arm was latched into the crook of rue’s as the three of them walked up. the street lights broadcasted the sidewalk in front of them with each step. which—thank god because there was no way harry would’ve been able to walk correctly without them, drinking or not.
“he’s right though, how much farther even is it? why’d we have to walk when bikes are literally an option?” rue huffed out.
“you guys are so dramatic,” she laughed, “plus, remember harry broke his bike at the last party.” she nudged her arm as she whispered the last part. he was thankful she was so considerate, she always had been.
he watched the couple in front of him as they giggled back and forth between each other. they were almost polar opposites, one was skipping their way down the path while the other was practically being dragged.
meanwhile harry was already past being tipsy but not totally blackout drunk yet. jules was able to sneak some of her dad’s alcohol that he kept hidden in the cabinets, but obviously his sense of “hidden” wasn’t exactly the best. she used to fill it back with water to hide what she drank, but eventually she just stopped caring completely. he never brought it up anyway.
‘he was practically begging me to take it’ was jules exact words when harry asked about it. he felt guilty stealing from her dad, but he also didn’t want to show up sober, so…
he drank.
and drank a little bit more.
what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“h?” jules was turned around with a concerned look on her face.
“you good dude?” rue laughed as she also turned to look at him over her shoulder.
he flashed a sloppy smile back at them, “yeah, peachy. just drunk as shit.”
she nodded her head back at him with a laugh, “well good ‘cause here we are!”
a sigh of relief fell from harry and rue’s mouth at the same time.
“about fuckin’ time,” rue teased as she grabbed ahold of harry and jules’s arm, dragging them inside.
even through rue’s hazy mind, she was good at making her way through crowds of people—even with two following right behind, their arms still secured in her grasp.
he felt the liquor buzzing through his system, but he wanted more. especially considering the amount of people that pressed up against him. and he wanted to find cassie. he knew she had a bit of a crush on him, and even though he didn’t want to admit it, he liked the way it felt.
“i’m gonna go find cas, i’ll meet up with you guys in a bit!” he yelled over the music.
jules turned around, giving a nod of approval and swung her arm around rue’s shoulders.
“better not give my girl a hard time!” she joked, causing harry to roll his eyes.
“yeah yeah, better watch out yourself,” he laughed as he pointed further in the distance where rue was wandering off. she was heading towards fez who was sat on the couch, looking as calm as ever. he envied the way fez carried himself.
he really just didn’t give a shit.
plus he made good fucking money doing what he did. harry considered following in rue’s steps to get something of his own, but he wanted to see cassie first.
“shit,” jules blurted as she watched rue. “see you later, h!” she said as she ran off to meet up with her girlfriend.
he laughed to himself and turned around, bracing himself to work through the maze of drunk highschoolers.
