A crowd of hundreds of celebrities gathered among themselves, it was the 68th Annual Grammy Awards Ceremony. Harry particularly didn’t care for these events but with his wife being nominated for an award — there was no way he’d miss it. Y/N was nominated for best female R&B singer, an accomplishment that he knew she deserved. He watched as Y/N worked tirelessly at the studio, writing songs for her new album. Now that her album was out, Y/N was booked and busy. Harry played the role of a supportive husband.
Harry watched from the side as photographers took his wife’s photo. She looked absolutely stunning in a custom made Chanel dress that hugged her body perfectly. Harry knew he’d have trouble keeping his hands off of her for the whole night.
“Baby, come join me,” she smiled, waving him over. Harry stood in a white cropped jacket that had a tailored, sparkling undershirt that was slightly cropped as well. His tan trousers complimented his wife’s simple but elegant black dress. He joined her, wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her close into his side. He leaned over, whispering in her ear as photographers captured the moment.
“You’re super pretty, just like you always are,” he said, lips brushing against her ear. The moment earned a bit of attention from the crowd and photographers. Within a few seconds, Harry interlocked their fingers and lead her down the red carpet.
“Harry and Y/N Styles, may we have a quick interview?” Harry looked back at his wife, leaving the decision up to her. “Of course,” she smiled and stood slightly in front of Harry. He kept his hands on her waist, offering a charming smile.
“Congratulations on your nomination, Y/N — best female R&B singer, how do you feel?”
“Extremely happy, I owe everything to my husband and fans for their support. I definitely couldn’t do any of this without them,” her authenticity shining right through.
“Harry, how do you feel tonight? Are you proud of your wife?”
Harry grinned, “I’m overjoyed, I think she is right where she deserves to be and uhm, I’m really proud of her tonight. It’s her night,” he replied, keeping his eyes trained on his wife.
After a couple more questions, Harry pulled Y/N away from the chaos and camera’s into the venue that was much more calm. Artist’s and celebrities were gathering to their seats. Harry pulled the chair out for her and sat down next to her. He pulled her chair an inch closer to his. His left hand rested against her bare thigh, his voice was low as he spoke.
“Whatever happens, m’so proud of you.” He whispered, keeping his green eyes trained on her own. “I love you, baby.”
As the night continued, Y/N felt more anxious as her category was about to be announced.
Doja Cat was the announcer, “Now we have the results for the best female R&B Singer — These are the nominees.”
An announcer listed off a series of names that included her own. It felt like ten long minutes before the results were announced.
“And the Grammy for best female R&B Singer goes too — Y/N! Congratulations!”
Y/N looked at her husband in complete shock, her hand cupped over her mouth as her jaw dropped. Harry leaned in for a chased kiss, helping her up before clapping his hands in joy. His eyes glossed over as he watched his wife reach the stage to accept her award.
“I— I’m in complete shock, wow — uhm, I — I really couldn’t do this without all of you, my fans and my supporters. I want to thank my team, management, my collaborators and everyone who took their time to listen to my album. I’m extremely grateful. This category is full of talented, passionate, beautiful women and to be apart of that — I’m very happy and blessed.To my husband, I love you so much and I’m so thankful for all your support! Thank you again,” Y/N said into the microphone before walking off with her award in her hand.
Harry pulled her into a tight embrace once she got back to their assigned table. “I’m so proud of you, baby. I knew you could do it. Now, I’m not the only one with a Grammy,” he smirked, “You did proper well, I’m so proud of you.” He kept repeating, pulling his wife close.
“Don’t drink too much tonight, need you alert for when I get you alone.” He whispered into her ear, “Need to celebrate that accomplishment of yours.” He winked before taking a sip of his water.
It was the way she smiled the minute they laid eyes on each other.
It was when they would go on drives and 5 minutes in she would be snoring in the passenger seat and then would claim she never fell asleep.
It was when they would go out to dinner and she would order a salad and then steal his food off his plate.
It was when they would watch movies together and she would hold his hand because she was a touchy person.
It was the way she breathed
And the way she would cry at any movie even if it wasn't sad.
It was the color of her eyes
It was the sound of her laugh
It was everything about her that made him crazy in love.
Y/N was Harry's friend
She was the love of his life and she didn't even know it.
It was the way his heart broke in half when she started talking to a guy named Jamie.
Jamie was all she ever talked about and it made Harry sad.
It was when the nights started getting lonely that he realized that he couldn’t live without her, he wanted her next to him.
//
The days went on and they were growing apart.
Harry missed the laughs. He remembered how much light it brought to his heart.
Harry missed the weekly movie nights, filled with laughter and lots of wine.
Harry missed the long drives to a different city to go thrifting and try out new coffee shops.
Harry missed the scent. Her scent.
//
Harry had to force himself to live without the love of his life. Harry kicked himself for not telling her, for not shouting it to the whole world.
It was when Jamie moved in that Harry felt them slowly drift a part.
Harry hadn't spoken to y/n in days and it felt quite. It would kill him when he'd here her pretty laugh echo thru the walls, the thin apartment walls.
Harry had to move on.
//
8 months.
8 months is how long it had been since they last saw each other. Last spoken. Last laughed.
Harry worked a lot. Focused on his music more and went out on auditons.
Y/N and Jamie traveled.
They spent most of the months gone. Traveling to a new country every month.
It was when Y/N posted on Instagram that Jamie proposed.
Harry's heart sank.
He wanted to propose.
//
2 years.
It's been 2 years since Harry last spoke to Y/N.
She lived across the hall. Jamie lived across the hall.
He would hear her sometimes, stumbling in the hallway late at night. Her giggles would perk him up.
It was when Y/N and Jamie broke up.
Harry had heard from his cousin who was Y/N's hair stylist.
Jamie cheated and it broke her.
//
"HI" He spoke softly in the phone.
"Harry" she breathed back. He could hear her smile.
" I miss you " she spoke again
His eyes lit up, " I missed you to".
" I'm a terrible person, I just abandoned you." She spoke softly. He could see the droplets that poured down her face.
" I was so blinded by Jamie and what I thought was love. I didn't even notice" " Notice what?" Harry looked at her with teary eyes
" I was in love with you this entire time, I was so scared. Scared that i would be rejected and that you didn't feel the same way."
Harry couldn't believe it. She was standing here telling him how much she loved him.
" say something " He didn't realize the silence
" God, I have loved you since the moment I layed eyes on you. I love everything about you. I was crushed when he came around and it was like a knife to the chest, watching someone love you the way I wanted to. " He breathed
" I love you Y/N in every lifetime, I want to be here for you in ways that I couldn't before." before he couldn't say anything more. Y/N pulled closer to him and pressed her lips to his.
After what felt like an eternity, they pulled back.
" I love you"
A/N
Guy's I haven't written in so long. I found this in my drafts from about 2 years ago. Life has been so busy, and I miss writing so much. I hope you like and feel free to request some stuff!
Summary: Protective Harry to just pure fluff at the end.
This doesn't really make all that much sense. Again. It went a lil away from what I had planned initially.
But i hope you like it anyway. And if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.
I love you 🫵🏻
“You’re imagining things, darling.”
“Am not!”, I protest, scowling up at him accusingly. “You totally fell asleep.”
Harry rolls his eyes, “I could tell you everything that happened at any time during the movie. Name a scene and I’ll prove it.”
“What did they do to the rabbit?”, I inquire. He tries his best to make it seem like he’s just building suspense and proving me wrong. We both know it’s useless because Harry dosed off exactly around that scene of ‘Now You See Me’.
The fluffy curls around his ears sway with the same wind that’s turned the tip of his perfect nose red and tinted his cheeks in the same colour. His arm is draped across my shoulders, keeping me tucked into his side as we stroll through the quiet park. The barely illuminated short cut peaceful and inviting despite my fear of the dangers that lurk in the darkness.
There hasn’t been one moment since we started down this gravely path where I’ve felt an ounce of fear or anxiety. The warmth and comfort of being so close to Harry quiet my mind in a way I had never experienced before him.
“It was turned into a pigeon.”
I almost feel bad for shaking my head, with how confident he seems in his answer. Magic tricks have never really been Harry’s thing, so I’m not exactly sure why he was so intent on going to see this movie in the first place. He has a habit of falling asleep if whatever movie or show we’re watching isn’t engaging him enough.
“Better luck next time pretty boy.”, I quip at him, momentarily tightening my arms around his waist.
If it weren’t for the way Harry is guiding us both, I would probably have tripped over my own two feet from how much I keep looking at his gorgeous face.
“Last time I’m taking you to the cinema, I swear.” The slight upturn to his mouth gives away that he’s not serious, but nevertheless, I give him my best pout, “Do you not want your girlfriend to be happy anymore?”
Harry opens his mouth to reply, but he’s interrupted by an unfamiliar voice popping our bubble.
“What are you doing out so late at night, sweetheart?”
Turning around at the speed of light, Harry keeps me behind him protectively, my own body tensing up with the immediate discomfort that settled in the pit of my stomach the second that sleazy voice spoke up.
“She’s with me. Now leave please.” Harry is curt and crystal clear, shoulders broad and tense as he stares at the man who’s leisurely closing the space between himself and Harry and me.
Everything about this stranger feels wrong.
From the way his eyes drag up and down my body to how he’s clearly intoxicated. The brown paper bag disguising alcohol gripped tightly in his hand and the way he’s stumbling every other step. He looks to be in his twenties. Dark messy hair and an expensive-looking suit.
“C’mon, popstar. Don’t be like that.” He slurs out, directing his attention to Harry now. “Big star like you? Bet your little whore wouldn’t mind being shared a little, huh.”
My nose wrinkles in disgust and I feel like I could throw up when his droopy eyes meet mine. The way he looks at me makes my skin crawl. I’m about to tell Harry that I just want to leave, but before I get the chance to he’s taking a strong step forward, making the man stop in his tracks.
“What the fuck did you just say?”, he snaps in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. It’s low and angry and he sounds dangerous.
But in the fucked-up state of mind, the stranger just laughs maniacally as if Harry had just delivered the funniest joke he’s heard in his life.
“Harry, leave it.”, I beg Harry quietly, gripping his arm to get his attention. “He’s not worth it.”
I’m not even sure if he heard what I said as he doesn’t budge when I tug on his jacket.
Instead, Harry takes another step forward, leaving me to wrap my arms around my body as a sort of shield from the anxiety that’s making it difficult to catch my breath.
“I’m gonna give you one chance to get the fuck out of here before I break your nose.”
The man stops laughing, instead straightening himself, gesturing to me, “You willing to ruin your squeaky-clean record for some cheap slut?”
Before I can even process what’s happening, the man is on the ground and Harry is standing over him with his whole body vibrating with anger. I can see Harry’s mouth moving, forming words at him, but all I hear is noise.
I can feel my own body shake with all the strong emotions ravaging my veins.
Our night changed so quickly that I’m not even sure how we ended up here.
One moment I was teasing Harry about how he had fallen asleep at the cinema, feeling so safe and serene, just disgustingly content. And now I’m frozen. From fright or shock or disgust or all three, I don’t know.
It isn’t until Harry’s face morphs from fury to concern when he looks at me that I realise that there are tears tumbling down my cheeks.
“Oh, baby c’mere.” Harry wraps me up in his arms and I fall into him instantly with a sob. Clinging to his back as if he would disappear if I were to let go of him even for a second. My face is smushed into his firm chest, no doubt staining his jacket with salty tears and mascara.
Shushing me, Harry keeps a protective hand on the back of my head as he rubs my back to help me calm down all while coaxing me to walk with him.
And I do, blindly setting one foot behind the other and trusting him to not let me fall.
“I’m fine, I promise.” Harry steps in front of me, blocking my access to the staircase.
“You’re not.”, I tell him. “You need to ice that hand.”
As he’s about to protest again, I grab his wrist before gently brushing my fingertips against his knuckles. The contact has Harry whining in pain and ripping his hand away from me, cradling it to his chest. “Ow! What’d you do that for?”
“If you want that to get better faster, you have to ice it for a bit.”, I explain even though I know he knows it. “Acting tough doesn’t help.”
Harry considers it for a moment before he steps aside, “Ok, you win.”
Cupping his jaw, I stand on my tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips, Harry’s hand automatically going to the small of my back. “Good boy.”, I say jokingly before giving him a last peck and bouncing down the stairs to fetch him his frozen back of peas along with a tea towel.
The “You’re lucky I love you” that was sent my way nearly had me tumbling down the last couple of steps from laughter.
Harry is in the exact spot I left him, a grumpy pout on his lips.
“Here.” I hand him the towel-wrapped bag of peas, which he accepts, a small thank you mumbled as we make our way down the hallway, turning right and into our bedroom.
Even though we don’t officially live together, it might as well be ours considering that every time Harry has time off, he stays here.
At first, I was shocked he even wanted to come visit, let alone sleep here since I have two roommates. Now, a year and a half later, he adores them and they’re equally fond of him. It’s gotten to the point that Lauren said she and Vera would kick me out on my ass and give my room and space in the fridge to Harry if it came down to it.
Can’t say I blame them.
Harry wraps his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me out of my thoughts as I relax into him and his familiar scent. That is until I feel a freezing cold hand sneak under my shirt and lay flat on my tummy.
The stark contrast in temperature has me screeching and pushing his hands off me, careful not to hurt his bruised one.
The words die on my tongue as I watch Harry double over in laughter, bracing himself on his knees to keep upright. Any frustration I had at him for that freezing cold hand dissipates and turns into swarming butterflies as I can’t help but join him, my demonic laughter joining his.
Once we’ve both calmed down, Harry hugs me again, this time without the cold. Instead, the loving kiss he places on top of my head has a warmth travelling through my whole body.
“I love you, and I’m so sorry about what happened.”, he murmurs, nose buried in my hair.
I shake my head. “There is nothing to be sorry about, my love.”, I tell him for what feels like the hundredth time.
He has been apologising so many times for punching that man ever since it happened.
“No, there is.”, Harry protests, pulling away enough to look me in the eye, his hands cupping my face tenderly. “I don’t know what came over me. I was so scared for you just thinking about what could’ve happened if you were alone. And when he said those things, I just snapped. And I shouldn’t have. I should’ve gotten us out of there and not escalated it. I scared you and I fucking hate myself for-”
“Hey, stop that.”, I interrupt him, “I get why you did it, baby. If he spoke about you like that I would’ve punched him too.”
Harry laughs at that, and the sound tugs a smile on my face automatically.
Still, I tell him seriously; “But you didn’t scare me. He scared me. People like him scare me. What people like him do scares me. Never you. You’re the person I feel safest with than anyone else on this whole, stupid planet.”
“Do you promise?” He searches my eyes as if to see if I’m lying when I tell him yes. The relief that washes over his face when he believes that I’m being 100% honest is like someone just smoothed out all the unusually harsh lines that contoured his features.
“Plus. You defending my honour was kinda hot. I’m not gonna lie.”
Shaking his head, Harry rolls his eyes playfully, “You’re fucking impossible.” “You love it though.”
“I do.”, Harry nods, dipping down and connecting our lips in a sweet kiss, my eyes fluttering close as I hum into it.
I’m never going to get tired of the feeling of his soft lips on mine.
“Ok, wanna make that bucket list now?”, Harry asks once he pulls away, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb. Nuzzling into his hand, I nod, “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
Reaching into my nightstand drawer, I pull out my journal and pencil case while Harry lights the lavender-scented candle on my desk, sending me a sweet smile when our eyes meet. While I’ve always been a sucker for scented candles, my love for them is nothing compared to Harry’s.
Almost as if he read my mind, Harry says; “We need to order some more candles. I found some online the other day if you want to try something new.”
“What were you thinking?”, I ask as I slide onto the bed, my back against the various pastel-coloured throw pillows. Shuffling in next to me, head on my shoulder Harry lets out a relieved sigh as he holds the cold peas to his hand.
“I thought cherry, pomegranate or pumpkin sounded pretty nice.”, he tells me.
Kissing the top of his head, I hum in agreement. “Yeah, let’s buy those.”
“Now. Let’s get this bucket list going, shall we?” The excitement in his voice is infectious and I can’t help but smile as I flip to the first free page in my tattered, leather-bound journal.
I write ‘Bucket list’ in large letters on top of the lined page. My heart swells in my chest when Harry takes the black pen from my grasp and takes a minute doodling flowers and small hearts with a line across the middle. His tongue pokes out in concentration and the only sounds in the room come from the tip of the pen dragging across the paper and Harry’s soft hums.
“You’re so damn adorable.”, I speak my mind, making Harry stop what he’s doing, a half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lifts his head from my shoulder to look at me. “Yeah? You think so?”
“The cutest.”, I confirm, booping his nose with my pointer finger. A squeal leaves my mouth when Harry tickles my stomach. A smile bright enough to light up the world on his face as I firmly plant his hand back on his thigh, my cheeks flush with colour.
Harry kisses my shoulder as he settles his head back against it. “And you call me the cutest.” He says it as if it’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever uttered out loud.
As soon as we get started on the list, it grows with points neither of us even considered until now. Everything from wanting to adopt a pet bunny and name it Dora to parachuting. It’s as if the second we let ourselves just say all of our little hopes and big dreams without judgement crossing either of our minds.
“Are you serious, Harry?”, I ask him through tears of laughter. The shock of what came out of his mouth had me clutching my stomach from laughter for the past few minutes while Harry just observed as I tried to catch my breath with amusement and fondness on his face any time I managed to keep my eyes open for long enough.
Once I’ve calmed down, Harry kisses my burning cheek lovingly before he says matter of factly, “Anyone would want to have sex on a pile of money.”
“Whatever you say.” I don’t question it anymore and write his wish down right below dog sledding. “I can’t think of anything else right now.”, I confess.
Harry smiles softly at me. “Me neither. But I think we did pretty good.”
“Me too.”, I agree. “Where were you thinking of crashing a wedding though?”
He thinks for a second, the crease between his eyebrows deepening in thought, “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. But I wanna give a speech to the happy couple.”
“What would be in this speech?”
“Seeing that we would wait to crash this wedding for a few years, I would reminisce about the time I got married to my loving wife, Helga. Throw in some words about how I hope they have a marriage as happy as ours. And of course to remember that if either of them snores as bad as Helga, earplugs are their new best friend.”
I brush the curls that have fallen in front of his eyes back off of his forehead again. “And who is this Helga you’re married to in the future?”
“We can’t use our real names, now, can we?”
I’m not quite sure if it’s the meaning behind his words or the way he’s looking at me as if I hung the moon for him or both but before I know it, my throat is tight with emotion and I’m burying my face in the crook of Harry’s neck to hide the tears that are leaking from my eyes.
“Hey, darling. What’s wrong?”, Harry asks, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“You can’t just say shit like that and expect me not to.”, I whine, more tears wetting the warm his soft, warm skin.
“Oh, my love.”, Harry chuckles, “I thought I’d made it obvious that I wanted to put a ring on you someday.”
Detaching my face from his damp neck, I warn him; “That’s not fucking funny, Harry.”
“I’m not fucking joking.” The impossible warmth that spreads from my heart and fills my whole chest from his words as he swipes the tear streaks off my cheeks with his thumbs has more falling from my eyes. The pure sincerity and love bathing in his sage green eyes make me feel like I’m floating on a pink cloud, and I never want to get off.
What if I don’t ever want to marry you?”, I ask teasingly.
Harry doesn’t miss a beat, “Then I’ll keep asking until you’re so sick of hearing ‘Will make me the happiest man alive and marry me?’, that you’ll just have to say yes.”
(I saw something similar somewhere. idk where. Im NOT copying gust inspired by their writing. I'm mixing the idea of theirs with ideas of my own.)😃
requested by @harryistheonlyoneforme
It's already 8pm. I need to get up to make Harry and I dinner. With me going back to school and Harry's busy work schedule it is rare to have any time for us. We have been dating for three years now. It has become routine for him to leave before I wake up, and then get home, have dinner together than go to bed. Sometimes he doesn't even make it that far and he passes out on the couch. Looking around the room from the bed i'm laying on, it's a mess. I normal would clean it during the day but I haven't got up today other than to use the bathroom. This morning I got my period or as I like to call it, the red devil. My cramps are twisting my stomach in cruel ways making it hard to move at all. My thoughts are cut off by the door closing. 'weird' I thought, I didn't even hear it open. "Babe, is dinner ready?" I hear harry yell. I can't even answer my throat is so dry from not drinking anything today. "Y/n is dinner- why is the room still a mess" I sit up to look at him, "sorry" i croak. "SORRY, SORRY!!!!!!! Y/n!! I have been working all day, the room is a fvck!ng mess, and you haven't made dinner. I WORK HARD AND YOU LAY IN BED ALL DAY!!!!!!!!!" You want to scream at him, not to talk to you like that but all you do is cry. As soon as he sees this he rushes over to you any pulls you into his arms. You are now standing but the action was so quick your body doesn't approve and sends a hurricane of pain through your stomach. Because of this you cry harder and since your legs give out a bit, you fall into harry. "Love what's wrong?" he asks worriedly. All his past frustration is washed away and replaced with worry for you, the one he loves. "my period came and it hurts" you sob into his chest."you period, love?"he asks carefully. You can only nod. "I'm so sorry for yelling baby. I should never yell at my pretty girl. I love you babe. Im'a go get your heating pad and some water okay love?" "okay" you answer. Once harry comes back he holds and takes care of you for the night. When you feel no better tomorrow he takes the day off to care for you.
There was another whistle, slightly higher pitched, and I looked up in time to see the brown tips of his hair hideaway. A moment later, Harry slowly popped his head back into our room with a funny expression on his adorable face. Then he slipped back into the hall.
I sat on Harry and I's bed, watching a movie as I ate Lucky Charm marshmallows. I heard a low whistle so I shortly switched my sight in the direction of the hallway to see who it was, but there was no one there. I shrugged and turned my attention back to the flickering screen.
I laughed under breath. "Harry, what’re you doing?”
He sauntered in, the steps he walked when he wanted something. "Trying to get my beautiful wife's attention. And it worked."
I shook my head with a small smirk before I went back to the movie.
I couldn't stop my smile and giggled. "What did you have in mind?”
"Come on,” he lightly pleaded. He shut the laptop and brought his face close to mine. He smiled, his dimples showing as deep as a crater. I wanted to poke one of them so I did and, in response, he only playfully grabbed my finger.
"So?"
"A sit in the hot tub.” His soft lips pecked mine, his stubble tickling thr under of my nose, then he was gone into our master closet.
I definitely wanted to finish this rom com, but a sit in the hot tub with my husband sounded wonderful. I couldn’t put up much of a fight as I ran a hand through my hair and got up from the messy sheets. Harry came out of the closet in his short, blue striped trunks as I went in. All of his tattoos showed and I couldn't stop from biting my lip at the masterpiece he was.
I decided on a yellow, floral number. A solid mustard halter top and high-waisted, black, colorful flower cheekies.
Harry was still there when I finished. He smiled once again. "Ready?”
I nodded as I encased his hand in mine. “Always, my love.”
We walked downstairs and through the living room where the glass doors to the backyard were. It showed the pool and hot tub that we had. There was also a small grill and cabana area. Sort of our own little paradise at home.
The night sky was lit by stars and a half moon. The low lights were on in the hot tub already and jazz music played lowly from the surround sound speakers.
"Please get settled in. I need to grab something," Harry stated and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I nodded and approached the hot tub. Instead of using the stairs like a normal person, I sat down on the side then slid into the enticing water. A hand appeared holding a Mike's hard strawberry lemonade. I happily grabbed it and sipped; the sweet taste of strawberry filled my mouth before the alcohol slightly burned my tongue and throat.
Harry lowered himself into the water beside me the same way I had.
"Perfect," Harry sighed as he lazily stretched an arm behind me. Suddenly, though, his eyebrows furrowed. "Wait, I forgot one more thing."
"What?" I whispered.
He leaned over and slowly kissed me on the lips. "Mmm strawberries."
I cheesed. "You... are amazing." I took another drink of the Mike and rested my head on his firm shoulder.
Harry leaned his head against mine and we silently looked up at the outerspace. Out of all the stars, there was one that seemed to shine brighter than the rest. I couldn’t take my eyes away from it. This was something I could do until it burned away.
Eventually, I pointed to it. “You see that star, H?”
“Yeah,” he replied, his voice a bit raspy.
“It’s shining so bright. It’s beautiful... like you.”
He chuckled under his breath. “I’m glad you think so cause... I bought it. It’s ours.”
“You what?” I moved so I could look into his meadow hues. “You bought us a star?”
“Yeah... I just- If one of us were to, like, go.. I wanted us to know we could look at it and it's the other person.”
I kissed him, passionately. "I love you so much. You really are the best."
"As you are, love. I can’t imagine life without you."
"You won't have to now." I rested my head back on his shoulder and snuggled up against him to look at the brightest star.
how do you think harry would react to you coming home after a long day of work 🥺 work has been rough and i’m in need of some fluff. love you tons 🌺💗
Aw this is a sweet one! I love you too 🥺 I hope you love it.
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Soft woodsy folk music plays from the record player as you walk into the flat. You take your shoes off at the door, drop your keys in the wooden bowl by the door, and wipe your hair from your face.
This virus really brings out the worst in people, especially when you work in retail. Another day of people demanding answers you don’t have, men being .... well men, and tons of Karen’s and Susan’s who think masks are stupid and refuse to wear them. You were just so tired. Exhausted in every sense of the word.
Your cat comes up and rubs herself against your leg, purring a ‘welcome home’. You walk back to your room to change into something comfortable. Stripping down in front of the closet you grab H’s Rolling Stone’s tee and some shorts. Walking into the bathroom, you start taking your makeup off. Eyes closed, trying to washing the day away.
“Hey, pet, I didn’t hear you come in.” He comes up behind you, placing his hands on your waist, rubbing small circles in your back with his thumbs. You turn your head towards him and he kisses your temple. You lean down one more time and splash some water in your face, cleaning off the last of the makeup remover. You turn around to face Harry and he snakes his arms around the small of your back, pulling you to him.
“Bad day, love?” You nod and he places a hand gently on the back of your head, leaning in to place sweet kisses on your face.
You can’t help but giggle under all of his kisses.
“There’s my girl” he says against your cheek. Pulling away he looks at you. “Do you wanna talk about it, love?”
You shake your head no because it wouldn’t do any good, you still have to go back tomorrow and do it all over again. “Just a bunch of angry people, as always...”
He pushes your hair behind your ears, and cups your face. “We’ll let’s get you cosy and maybe a little drunk eh?” He winks at you and you scrunch your nose at him.
Okay so this is almost 9,000 words ... so you all better appreciate the time I spent working on this haha. I wrote this as a thank you for the donations given to Marlie ( @hey-marlie ) for her grad school application funds! I took a bunch of different suggestions through the requests you all gave me so I hope it’s a winner for the books!
If you’d like more of this story (maybe some smutty fun ya know? ;) oh la la) then you can always donate to @hey-marlie to help her out! And read her novel while you’re at it. It’s a heartbreaking slow burn that seriously is giving me heart palpitations every single chapter I read. Highly recommend. 10/10 you’ll fall in love. I’ll put the link at the end!
AND I’M SORRY IF THE KEEP READING FUNCTION DOESN’T WORK OKAY THIS IS REALLY FUCKING LONG SO I’M SORRY IN ADVANCE.
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Being a lobby receptionist was not your ideal night job. If it were up to you, you’d be waiting tables for tips, or even maybe working as a shot girl at a club (also for the tips). But when the prestigious building around the block from your not-so prestigious building had put up the job listing it had seemed like the perfect time to fit a nightly job into your life.
You were in your last semester at uni, so you only have one class you were taking to finish off your degree in hospitality and business. Working in a building like this was only fitting, really, considering your next couple years would most likely be in receptionist positions. The class was an afternoon class, which meant on Mondays, Wednesdays and Friday you were up at 4pm for your one class that ended up at 6pm. That was it. That was all you had.
So taking an all-night job position starting at 7pm was kind of ideal, when you thought about it.
The building was super nice too. There was a small fridge under the desk that you filled with your favorite coconut water, and the uniform wasn’t ridiculous – a white blouse and black capris dress pants and black heels. You sat behind the desk or stood and you would answer questions for people, or answer the phone to let people into the building. You made reservations, and took house calls for electricians, plumbers, and the cable guy.
It was simple really.
And about two weeks into the job you were already starting to get to know a lot of the residents and their quirks. There was George, the elderly man in his seventies who was quite posh and used to deal in art (you suspected it might have been a tad bit illegal).
Glenda and Fred were the older couple whose college son Andrew came home over the holidays (or so they’d told you a million times; you suspected they wanted to set you up with the future lawyer). Glenda had her own decorating business and Fred was also a lawyer. Very nice people.
Sherri and Stanley had their twin little boys Charlie and Colton and small princess of a babe Clancy. The boys were always running around the lobby and laughing, their toddler sister wobbling after them and also shrieking with laughter at their antics.
Brenda the architect had a teenage daughter Melanie, who was always a bit down on herself and sick of her mum always being in her business. But they were a cute pair to behold and made you want to call your own mum almost every day.
And then there was Harry. Rock star, breakout actor, solo career, Gucci wearing Harry and his little cocker spaniel Doug. He was … well, he was a dream.
There were other residents, sure, but they weren’t the ones who hung out in the lobby, or called to ask you questions, or asked that their mail be brought up from their box. The other residents mostly kept to themselves and you were fine with that. But this small group of people were more or less a family, and you watched their interactions as they all came home from long days at work and school. In just two weeks you felt you could peg each of them for their lifestyles. And they just as easily could kind of figure you out.
“Good evening Y/N,” George smiled as he gracefully stepped off the elevator in his red silk bathrobe. He didn’t leave his flat often, you’d noticed, and when he did he was always wearing gloves and a hat and carrying an umbrella. The more you thought about it, the more you were sure he had dabbled in quite a few illegal activities and was keeping a low but lush profile for the rest of his life.
“Good evening Sir George,” you teased. You always told George he was elegant enough to have been knighted by the Queen herself, and George had been quite taken with that. The joke was an everlasting term of endearment between the two of you.
“How was your day?” you asked, straightening out some papers and starting to put some flyers into some of the mail slots.
“Just marvelous,” George nodded, “Marvelous indeed.”
“Your groceries should be coming tomorrow, correct? Please let me know if they forget anything so I can pick it up on my way to work?”
“You’re too kind dear,” George waved his hand before sitting in one of the luxurious armchairs around the glass coffee table. “I’ll let you know.”
7:30pm on the dot the Henderson family – Sherri, Stanley and the lot – walked through the door ushering in their kiddos with little Clancy asleep in her father’s arms. The twins, however, were going on and on about their footie game in the park.
“Mr. George!” Charlie cried, “I scored a goal today!”
“A goal!” George clapped for the young boy as he threw himself into his lap on the chair. You found it endearing that George had literally come down from his flat just so he could see the boys after their long day and hear their stories. He was like their surrogate grandfather.
“And I scored two!” Colton ran up as well, smiling and showing off his missing front teeth. “And I slid this from Ranger’s pocket just like you taught me!”
The small boy held up some sort of trading card and beamed as George gave Colton’s parents a petrified look. You smirked, George had definitely been involved in some fabulously famous con in the past. You were sure of it.
“We’ll talk about this later, Colton,” Sherri sighed, taking the sleeping tot from her husband. “Lovely day George?”
“Marvelous,” George nodded.
“Well we’re off for bedtime,” Stanley clapped, “Come on boys. Long day of school tomorrow.”
Both boys groaned before giving George a quick hug and heading off. Sherri stopped over at the desk as she made her way towards the elevator. “Cynthia, our babysitter, should be coming a little early tomorrow morning around 6am while you’re still here. I’ll send you her information so you know who she is and aren’t concerned about some random stranger.”
“Wonderful,” you smiled and then cooed at the sleeping princess. “She’s getting bigger already!”
“Feels that way,” Sherri chuckled, adjusting her daughter in her arms. “Have a lovely night, Y/N.”
“You too Mrs. Henderson.”
George stayed and took some tea for about an hour before retiring to his flat once more. He slipped you a bit of a tip, probably for getting him his tea even though he hadn’t even asked and it was technically your job, but you simply smiled back at his beaming face. “Buy yourself a silk scarf for that pretty neck,” he suggested, “They’re in fashion these days, I believe.”
“Anything is in fashion if you wear it correctly George.”
The voice belonged the none other than the style icon himself, Harry Styles. Today was not one of those days that he’d dolled himself up though, in nothing but some black jeans with scuffs and holes and a fuzzy forest green jumper. Little Doug, her pattering feet excitedly scampering around Harry’s boots, wagged her tail when she saw you.
“You would know, my dear boy,” George clasped Harry’s arm and smiled. “Have a good night, lad.”
“You too, sir.”
You both watched as George made his way towards the elevator and got in, signaling one final wave. Once he was gone, Harry leaned on the counter and turned to you. “D’ya reckon he was part of some great diamond heist at some point?”
“That silk robe has to cost a fortune,” you nodded, “I wouldn’t be surprised at all. He’s already teaching Colton how to pick pocket.”
Harry shook his head, “Can you believe it Dougie?”
Doug wagged her tail once more and you couldn’t help but walk out from around the desk to squat down and scratch behind her little ears. “Remind me again why you named this gorgeous girl Doug?”
“Just looked like one,” Harry shrugged, “And she responded to it so it stuck.”
“I respond to quite a lot of nicknames but my name surely isn’t Petal,” you chucked, standing back up and brushing some hair from your face.
Harry cocked his head to the side, “Someone calls ya Petal? Must be a lucky lad.”
“My dad did,” you smiled softly. You watched Harry’s smile twitch slightly.
To not make things awkward, you immediately asked, “Did you have a good day then?”
“Better now that I’m home,” Harry sighed, “Long days at the studio now.”
“I’m sure there are many fans who will thank you tenfold later on down the glamorous road you walk,” you smiled. Harry simply nodded and knuckled an eye in a tired fashion. He looked like a small child in his moment as he rubbed his eye and cradled Doug in the other hand. You wanted to massage his plump cheeks, kiss his forehead, and send him off to bed with a warm cup of tea.
“You need tea,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Harry’s tired eyes registered shock for a moment before they softened.
“Yeah?”
“Sorry,” you sighed, “You just look exhausted, Harry. Are you taking care of yourself?”
These weren’t the professional questions you probably should have been asking, but you had already crossed the professional bar quite a few times with some of your closest residents. You’d helped Melanie sober up once when she’d come home from a party before her mum found her, and you’d even turned away a suspecting novelist searching for George. Both boys had broken objects in the lobby that you’d simply glued back together before your boss found out, and you’d been discrete when Glenda’s assistant/potential booty-call had needed to leave in a hurried fashion before Melanie came home.
So, if anything, asking Harry if he was taking care of himself was mild behavior.
“It’s just, I know you’re the only one looking after Doug here, and heaven forbid if anything happened to you I know she’d be a wreck,” you spoke hurriedly.
Harry chuckled at your cover up, fair well knowing you were basically talking about yourself. “I promise ya love, I’m doing just fine. Just been a long couple days, you know?”
“Oh I know,” you gestured to the lobby, “I’m on the night shift every night.”
“How’s your class?” Harry asked, redirecting the conversation. He was good at this, you’d noticed. Harry really wasn’t a talker, but he liked company. Some nights he spent hours sitting down in the lobby just to converse with anyone and everyone who came through. He lived all alone in the penthouse flat, and you could tell from his actions that it was a lot for him all by himself. Oftentimes you found yourself being the one to ask him all the questions so he could talk and answer, but if he was tired of talking about himself he was fully capable of asking you question after question as well.
“My class is fine,” you nodded, “All about scheduling and timesheets and setting up meetings and all that. Basically learning how to keep track of a life.”
Harry nodded before knuckling at his eye one more time. “Harry,” you chided, “Go to bed.”
“It’s only 8pm,” he pouted.
“And Doug looks tired,” you offered, once more using the sweet dog as an excuse.
Harry nuzzled the dog with his nose as he cooed, “Is that right, Dougie? Too tired from your walk? You did watch the twins play footie, didn’t ya? Wanted to play yourself too.”
“Oh you went to the boys’ game! How sweet,” you smiled, “It’s adorable how much you all act as a family.”
“Gotta attach myself to some family when I’m away from my own,” Harry smiled warmly, “I’m basically the Henderson’s first born.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, turning and finding Harry’s stack of mail he’d never picked up. “Oh! Here’s your mail by the way,” you said as you offered it over to him. Harry placed Doug back on the ground before shuffling through the mail.
“Never any fun letters,” he sighed, “No one writes letters anymore, do they?”
You shrugged, “It’s a lost art.”
Harry nodded, slightly lost in thought, before huffing. “Okay then,” he nodded more to himself as he looked down at Doug. “We’ll probably call it a night then.”
“I’ll bring tea up,” you decided, watching as Harry made his way towards the elevator.
“You’ll do no such thing!” Harry called over his shoulder. His eyes sparkled as you smiled innocently at him. You both knew full well you’d be up at his flat in the next ten minutes with a perfectly warm mug of tea – with the perfect amount of milk and sugar respectively.
The week passed quickly, as every week does, and you found yourself one night sitting at the glass table in the middle of the lobby playing checkers with Melanie. She was grounded because her mum had found out she’d snuck her boyfriend in (much to your assistance unbeknownst to Glenda, of course) and so she was on house arrest.
“I feel bad I put you in such a bind,” you commented as you eyed the checkerboard.
“It’s not your fault,” Melanie rolled her eyes, “My mum is just a bit high maintenance and treats me like a child. When I go off to uni next year she’ll probably have a proper breakdown.”
“My mum sure did,” you smiled, “She’d already sent off four boys so I figured she’d be fine sending me off. But I was her baby, so it was far more difficult than we’d both anticipated.”
“You’re shit a checkers,” Melanie responded.
“Oh my gosh watch your mouth,” you faux-scolded.
“Miss Melanie, to what do we owe this pleasure,” Harry smiled upon the elevator dinging open. Melanie instantly went red, clearing her throat and adjusting herself in her seat. You and Harry couldn’t help but smirk at the action. You couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be a teenage girl and have Harry Styles living in your building. Even you got star struck every once in a while.
“I’m grounded,” Melanie stated. “Snuck the boyfriend in and now I can’t go to one of the biggest parties of the year.”
“And I can’t sneak her out or let her past because her mum emailed me specifically and saw I had read it.”
Harry pouted, “The biggest party of the year, huh? Seems a waste to be missing it in your final year.”
“Harry,” you hissed.
“What?” Harry shrugged, “Say I distracted you, yeah? What if Y/N didn’t see Melanie leave. Would be a shame if someone caused a scene that led to Little Miss Future Prime Minister sneaking out for her final days of freedom.”
Melanie’s eyes were wide as she stared between you and Harry, waiting for one of you to make the first move. In the month and a half you’d been working this job, you’d never flat out defied a tenet. Sure, you’d cleaned up some messes or helped them with some issues below the desk, but straight out defying Glenda’s order to keep Melanie in the lobby while she was away on business could get you fired.
“I could get fired.”
“Oh we wouldn’t want that,” Harry shook his head, “You’re the best receptionist we’ve had yet!”
“Definitely,” Melanie nodded, “I never know how amazing coconut water was until you came here.”
“Works wonders for hangovers,” Harry nodded, “Very effective. Plus, you’ve got those pretty teeth that you show whenever you smile. I must thank your orthodontist.”
You rolled your eyes, “Flattery will get you nowhere, Styles.”
Harry sat down next to you in the large armchair, squishing you up against the arm as you groaned. “Y/N,” he said very seriously. His eyes were piercing into yours and you hated that you couldn’t look away. “This is the biggest night of Melanie’s life. One day she’s going to be looking back at her time in school and think, ‘Wow, I’m so grateful for my good ol’ friends Y/N and Harry for letting me go to that party. It completely changed my outlook on life. I exercised all my good judgments and didn’t let any grubby boys near me and didn’t drink whatsoever or try any drugs –”
“We get the point,” Melanie grumbled.
“‘- but I lived, goddamn it!’” Harry cried, standing up now, “And that was the beginning of the greatest career of Melanie’s life!”
“In your head, what exactly is Melanie’s job?” you chuckled.
“Y/N,” Harry got down on one knee and grasped your hands in his. “We have to do this. For Melanie.”
Melanie leaned forward expectantly, awaiting your response. Finally you sighed and caved in. “Who am I to deny the future of Melanie’s spectacular career?”
Melanie cheered as Harry leaned forward and kissed your forehead in excitement. “Okay!” he stood up, clapping his hands together, “I’m going to get Doug. You’re going to need to get a newspaper. I’ll put on a hat, and Melanie,” he turned to the teen, “Put on your best party outfit that modestly covers everything but also makes you feel empowered. You’re getting to that party.”
Without another word, things were set in motion. You weren’t sure why you were getting a newspaper, but you simply pulled one from one of the mailboxes and waited for Melanie and Harry to return. Harry returned first with Doug, who looked very excited to be on her leash, expecting a walk, and Melanie came down much later with a jumper on over her clothes and a smile on her face.
“Here is the deal, ladies,” Harry said, “I have been training Dougie to walk out the door and sit, simply waiting for me to follow. Trying to train her off the leash, you know?”
“Wait, Doug is a girl?” Melanie asked.
Harry ignored her. “So to the cameras, it will simply look like Doug has run away. I will run after and Melanie, being the kind soul you are, you will help me look for her.”
“When in reality Melanie is going to go to the party and Harry is going to take Doug for a late night walk?” you chuckled, “Genius.”
“I quite like to think so,” Harry nodded.
“So why do I have this paper?” you asked, holding up the day’s edition.
“Well because there’s a wonderful article in there about my new single and I figured you’d like to read it,” Harry beamed.
“Unbelievable,” you grumbled.
“So if I just – oops!” Harry cried, dropping the leash and giving a subtle whistle that Doug apparently understand and had her scampering out the door. “Melanie, if you would be so kind as to –”
“I’m on it!” Melanie cried, laughing as she and Harry jogged towards the door.
“Make good choices!” you cried after her, “Be home by 2am!”
“You got it!” Melanie yelled before the lobby was filled with silence once more.
Melanie ended up returning around 1:30am, much to your excitement. Harry followed shortly after, a yawn on his face and a tired, sleepy Doug in his arms.
“How was it?” you asked, having Melanie stop to check on her before going up to her flat. Melanie smiled and started to relay the stories of the party as you gave Harry a slight wave and he made his way sleepily towards the elevator. Sending Melanie off to bed once she’d exhausted herself of story-telling, you couldn’t help but chuckle to think that once again, the residents had surprised you with their abilities to weirdly look after one another.
You loved it.
Around 6am, you started to pack up your things. You didn’t expect to see Harry at all for a little while, let alone so early after such a late night. But as you finished packing up your schoolwork, the elevator door opened and Harry came out holding little Clancy.
“Good morning, Y/N,” Harry smiled brightly. “Clancy, can you say good morning to Y/N?”
Clancy simply babbled something incoherent. Harry chuckled. “You were close, lovey.”
“What are you doing awake?” you asked in disbelief, “You went to bed hardly five hours ago.”
“I’m a quick sleeper,” Harry smiled, “I almost promised Mrs. Henderson I’d take this little one to the park for the morning. Their babysitter quit.”
“Again?” you groaned. That was the fourth babysitter they’d been through in two months. The two boys truly were terrors when it came to pestering adults. You were lucky they liked you.
“Where are you walking now?” Harry asked, “Home, I presume?”
“I am,” you yawned, “Time to get some rest before class this afternoon.”
“You work too hard,” Harry tsked.
“Says the nonstop workaholic,” you goaded, bumping his arm with your elbow.
“We’ll walk with you,” Harry decided, “Won’t we Clanc?”
Clancy once more babbled something ridiculous. You smiled, “I wouldn’t mind the company.”
The walk was much shorter than Harry anticipated as you took Clancy from him, bopping her around as she giggled. Finally, randomly, you turned to Harry with a smile. “This is me,” you informed him.
As Harry looked up at your building, you suddenly felt self-conscious. It was nothing like the nice building you worked in at night, and you felt a bit ashamed. You watched as Harry’s smooth skin of his forehead wrinkled as he looked back to you.
“You live here love?” he cocked his head quizzically, and also because Clancy was tugging at one of his curls.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, “Student salary,” you shrugged.
“I bet you have a very cozy home,” Harry agreed politely. You reached out and stroked Clancy’s cheek, which was already starting to turn cold in the chilly weather.
“It’s much too cold to go to the park,” you cooed, “I have toys I was planning to bring for Clance in my flat. If you’d like to come up, the two of you can play with the toys and stay warm, drink some tea, and relax.”
Harry seemed to be mulling the offer as he nibbled on his lip. You looked exhausted, and he could see you were impatient to get inside in the chill. The wiggling and whimpering of Clancy broke you both from your reflection of one another, and Harry sighed.
“Alright then Clancy, my darling!” Harry bobbed her on his hip. “Looks like we’re taking a field trip!”
Harry was right about your flat – it was lovely for what you could do with it. Plants were everywhere, happy little succulents, and you had draped tapestries over the somewhat grimy walls.
“Kettle’s on if you –”
“Why don’t you go get some sleep, yeah pet?” Harry asked, “I’ve got this; I promise.”
It didn’t take much convincing for you to retreat to your room, and while you quickly fell asleep, Harry got to work. Your flat was pretty spotless, but you had some dishes in the sink and some laundry was strewn over the back of your couch. As Clancy played with the little toys available to her, Harry set about making you a proper meal, cleaning what he could, and even beginning to knit you a scarf from some yarn and needles he found abandoned next to your couch.
Midday Harry took Clancy back to her parents, but he was quick to come back and check up on you. Knocking softly, you called that it was open already.
“My goodness you shouldn’t keep that unlocked in this building,” Harry scolded. “You never know what hooligans could walk in here!”
“Hooligans such as yourself then?” you placed your hands on your hips as he held up the scarf he’d knit. “I had this yarn set aside to knit something for George.”
“Well, your pretty neck could use a warm hug,” Harry smiled at you. “Sleep well?”
“Did you make me soup?”
Harry noted this was the first time he was seeing you in anything other than your uniform, and he had to admit you looked adorable in your jeans, boots, and baggy sweater that seemed to be consuming your entire being. Your hair, which was usually in a professional ponytail, was falling down your back in a natural and soft manner. It framed your face nicely, and you felt your body humming with embarrassment at Harry’s intense gaze.
“Okay now, I know you’ll probably find this a little odd and I promise it’s not just because I randomly showed up at your flat or because I don’t think you do your job well, but because I have an idea for a job for you upon graduation?”
Harry was rambling, but when wasn’t Harry rambling, if you were being honest, and so that’s the only reason you decided to allow him to talk.
“You have a job opportunity for me?” you asked curiously, “As in, something other than late night lobby babysitter?”
“Be my PA?”
The question was heavy in Harry’s chest, and it weighed heavy in the space between you two. Sure, you saw each other every night and were both a part of each other’s lives. But Harry was asking you to be a part of his life every second of every day. He was asking you to basically uproot your life to follow his, and he knew that this was probably something you hadn’t scheduled whatsoever.
“The pay is good,” Harry started, “And the benefits are pretty nice too. I know you’re studying hospitality and business, and I know that you’re an organized and caring individual who goes above and beyond to find a human gain in your work. I mean, what other lobby receptionist finds the time to buy yarn to knit things for her residents? Or puts her job on the line so one girl can attend one party?”
“That was mostly your idea,” you pointed out.
“Please? Y/N?” Harry asked earnestly. “I really think we could work well together, and I trust you implicitly with my life.”
“That’s pretty ridiculous considering I force tea down your throat whenever you look even a tick too tired,” you chuckled. This made Harry smirk as well, nibbling on his lip as you wrapped the scarf around your neck and let out a long, pensive sigh.
“Do you knit like this often? Would this be a common reoccurrence?”
“I can learn how to make some mittens if you’d like?”
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One year later and you were running down an underground hallway under a large stadium in Germany with a bottle of juice in one hand, a shirt under your arm, tablet in the other hand, and a headset practically falling off your head as you ran. There was a peach in your mouth that, even though you were trying not to bite into it, was starting to drip down your chin.
You burst through the dressing room door to find Harry struggling to put some pants on, tripping over his feet and nearly crashing into the back of the couch.
“Lovey!” he cried, smiling at you as you attempted to catch your breath. Sticking your neck out, Harry took the peach from your mouth and chuckled, reaching out and wiping the dribbled peach from your chin with his thumb before liking it.
You were immediately turned on.
“You can’t eat that yet!” you cried as Harry went to take a bit. Tossing the juice, he caught it easily as you snatched the peach back from him and placed it on the table. Grabbing the shirt, you started shoving it over his head as he protested.
“What are you – would you just let me – woman!” Harry cried, stepping away from your grabby hands and placing the rest of the sheer shirt over his broad shoulders. “What are you doing to me?”
“Drink your juice,” you ordered, “Here!” You shoved him down in a seat and grabbed for a brush as you tossed your forgotten tablet onto the couch.
“Y/N,” Harry laughed, “We’re done for the night! You cleared my schedule, remember? I said I wanted some time to –”
“I didn’t clear your schedule for you,” you huffed while trying to get some of the knots out of Harry’s curls at the base of his neck. “How much juice do you have left?”
“I finished it; why are you –”
You reached over him and shoved the peach in his mouth. “Eat.”
“Y/N!” Harry cried as he took the peach from his mouth. “Why are you force feeding me?”
“If you would just sit still,” you grumbled as your heart raced in your chest. “And let me take care of you then you would let me explain what’s going on!”
“Okay fine let’s make a deal, shall we?” Harry suggested, “How about I eat this peach and while I’m eating it you tell me what the hell has you so riled up, yeah?”
“Fine,” you sighed and started flipping through his closet for the correct jacket for him to wear. “You’ve been down the past couple weeks and obviously I noticed – everyone has noticed – and so I figured it was because someone wasn’t here. And so I cleared your schedule and let you know you had the time off tonight so you wouldn’t plan anything so you’d be free. Basically, in order to cheer you up I invited Violeta to come and see you and she’s on her way here right now and I want you look presentable and be well fed and hydrated and –”
“Wait wait stop,” Harry stood up as you turned back to face him with the dark jacket in your hands.
“Did you finish eating?” you asked meeting his eyes with a crazed expression.
“Y/N,” Harry said softly, “You – why did you invite Violeta?”
“Because you’ve been sad,” you shrugged, “And tired. And I figured seeing the girl you like that you’ve missed and spending the weekend with her would give you some energy and make you feel better.”
Harry stared at you as you stood there with the jacket clutched tightly in your hands. Over the past year as his PA, you’d become Harry’s little shadow and voice of reason. You took care of everything for him unless he said he would take care of it himself, and even then you double checked his work and made adjustments you knew he’d like. You spent every waking minute together, and sometimes some sleeping minutes as well.
You’d basically moved into his penthouse in London, so you still got to see your favorite residents whenever you did your work down in the lobby. You had a guest room that Harry suggested you stay in whenever you worked late, or had an early morning for travel, but you still always felt like you were intruding so you spent majority of your time down in the lobby amongst friends instead.
It hurt Harry a little bit, knowing you didn’t want to stay with him, but you would always come back up at the end of the night and that was enough for him.
You were kind and considerate, and you were best of friends with his mum and sisters so that raised huge brownie points whenever they were in town or came to see him on tour. You were firm when you needed to be, and calm and soothing every other time.
“Have you slept recently?” Harry asked, “You’re going insane.”
“I’m not insane!” you cried, “Harry, it’s obvious you’ve been stressed! You mentioned to me the other day when I asked what was bothering you what was going on and you said you missed Violeta. So I called her and helped her rearrange her schedule and I made some adjustments on yours and now she’s going to be here any minute!”
Harry groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Y/N …”
“What?” you stopped mid-step with your arms extended as you offered him the jacket. Harry just looked frustrated now, and immediately you felt responsible. It was impossible to not become attached to the happy lad once you had devoted your life to him. This was still the best job you’d ever had and you felt like you were fully prepared after your schooling. But it was becoming harder and harder to spend time around him and see him hurting when you knew your feelings were anything but professional.
“I did something wrong,” you offered, knowing full well that you’d overstepped a boundary. “Oh God.”
“No, Y/N it’s fine. Thank you. I really appreciate it – honest,” Harry said earnestly. He took a step forward and you cleared your throat, taking a step back and holding the jacket out higher between the two of you almost using it as a shield.
“Y/N …” Harry warned.
“I’m so sorry Harry,” you groaned, “I was just trying to –”
“I know pet,” Harry nodded, “And I am very excited to see V. Thank you for noticing I wasn’t doing well. It’ll be good to spend some time with her.”
“Really? You mean that?” you asked, biting your lip.
“Of course love.” Harry reached forward and took the jacket from you, grasping your hand and pulling you towards him so he could give you a kiss on the forehead. “Now I think it’s time you get some sleep, don’t you think?”
“I have some paperwork to go over for tomorrow’s press event, and there’s the luncheon tomorrow that I need to cancel so you can have some time to –”
“Leave it,” Harry waved his hand, “Go on. Get some rest or I’m firing you.”
You pursed your lips and gave Harry a look, “You’ve been threatening to fire me since month three.”
“And the threat still stands,” Harry chuckled, “Now go.”
“Enjoy Violeta,” you gave him the most sincere smile you could muster. “She’s very excited.”
Once the door clicked closed behind you, Harry tumbled onto the couch with a groan. He’d been entertaining Violeta for a couple months now to distract from the fact that he very much was starting to fall for his cute little PA. He knew it wasn’t professional, and yet he thought about you all the time when you weren’t together. And when you were together, which was literally 23 out of the 24 hours a day usually, then he was always admiring you or being distracted by your grace.
The soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts as Violeta poked her head in, followed by sliding past the door and placing her hands on her hips. “What gives Styles?” she asked, “I get these frantic calls from Y/N saying you miss me? I need to come right away? I thought you were going to talk to her.”
Harry groaned again. “I was meanin’ to,” he sighed, “But she went behind my back. Thinks ‘m sad because I miss ya when in reality it’s because I’m in love with her and can’t tell her.”
“Obviously,” Violeta plopped down on the couch, “But none of us would be able to say no to her, so here I am.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry reached out for her hand and wove his fingers with hers. Violeta was a sweet girl, and Harry appreciated confiding in her when he had the chance. She was a nice kisser too, if he was being honest.
“Want a distraction or do you want to talk?” she asked softly.
Harry hummed, “Maybe a bit of both. She had this peach in her mouth – looked mighty cute. Obviously it turned me on.”
Violeta chuckled and slung her leg lazily over Harry’s lap as she pulled him into her, their chests bumping lazily as their lips met. She wove her fingers through Harry’s hair and he moaned, closing his eyes as he wondered what your fingers would feel like against his scalp.
He actually knew what they would feel like, because you massaged his head whenever he seemed too stressed, and you would do it without question. It usually caught him off guard and then he would hum at the feeling, sinking against your body as you lulled him into a peaceful sleep.
But this was much less innocent, and Harry gripped Violeta’s hips tighter as he felt himself grow harder under her as he thought of you.
Barking, mixed with hushed cries, broke through the door as Doug came barreling into the dressing room, getting past the door Violeta hadn’t closed all the way.
“Doug!” you cried, scurrying in after the pup to grasp the leash that had gotten away from you. Your eyes locked on the couple tangled together on the couch, on Harry’s flushed cheeks and sex blown eyes, and you gulped. You’d never actually seen Harry and Violeta doing anything, but they were always together and Harry had mentioned they might be becoming something maybe.
But actually seeing the two of them so intimate made your stomach flip uncomfortably like a tidal wave, and you quickly averted your eyes as Harry sat up to collect his dog.
“Aw girl you’re a mess,” Harry cooed, scratching behind Doug’s ears. “Sorry Daddy was busy princess! Y/N will take you back to your bed, yeah?”
“Right sorry,” you muttered quickly, still averting your eyes as you grasped the leash and basically dragged Doug out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Harry flopped back on the couch as Violeta watched his reaction. Palms of his hands kneading at his eyes, he grumbled, “Christ,” before knowing he’d maybe truly messed up this time.
There was only one quick flight back to London, which was way too early for there to be conversation anyway. Not that Harry didn’t notice the tension, and not that you didn’t purposefully sit by yourself in the corner curled up in a blanket of the jet.
You knew it was stupid, and you knew you needed to get over it if you wanted to keep your job. It wasn’t professional the way you were acting, and even though you felt slightly justified in the way that you were moping – by yourself without impacting anyone else – you still knew you couldn’t feel this way for Harry and be around him devoting your life to him the way that you were.
“Do you want to come back to mine?” Harry asked as the car pulled up at the jet. You chewed your lip as you let out a long breath through your nose. There wasn’t really any other way to get home and you really needed to continue saving money for God knows what, bills and such, and so you didn’t want to pay for an Uber.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, “Yeah I guess.”
Harry gave you a dopey smile, happy to know you were able to talk to him, before slinging his bag over his shoulder and holding out his other arm for you to duck under. He was a touchy person, you were used to this, but his intentions recently whenever you were both close was starting to make you itchy with sweat and nerves. Still, you rolled your bag behind you and let out a yawn as Harry squeezed your shoulder lovingly.
Stepping into the foyer of the building, it was like coming home (even though it definitely wasn’t your home). But it was a home, Harry’s home specifically, but the lobby was more your turf and the instant you saw George sitting there, pipe in his mouth and paper in his hands you felt your shoulders loosen the tension.
“Y/N!” he smiled, “Harry m’boy! How are we? It’s been a while since I’ve seen the two of you around.”
You smiled and bent down to give George a kiss on the cheek. “It’s good to see you as well George. I hope you’re doing well.”
“I’m doing much better now that you’re here,” George grasped your hands in his. “The new receptionist is a piece of shite.”
“George!” Harry laughed, “Henry is doing is best! Not all uni students are as dedicated as our dear Y/N.”
“You are the finest,” George nodded, “The twins were asking for you the other day after they got home from their futbol practice, and Melanie is home next weekend from her first year at uni if you’d like to maybe stick around? I’m sure she would be just ecstatic to see you,” George smiled.
“We can have her up for tea,” Harry nodded, wrapping his arm back around you. “Sorry to take this one from you George, but I’ve got a tired girly and a tired pup here ready for some sleep.” As if one cue, little Doug whimpered and nudged at your leg. George gave your hand a kiss before squeezing it and allowing you to stand up fully again.
“Well it was lovely to see you both again. You both truly belong here. You make this place home,” he nodded.
“Oh George you’re making me blush,” you joked, winking at him before Harry started to lead you towards the elevator.
“You’re laying it on thick there, darling,” Harry chuckled, “I didn’t know elderly art criminals were your type.”
“Alleged art criminals,” you confirmed, “You can’t prove anything.”
Harry simply gave you a soft smile before looking down at his phone. “Did you get my emails on the flight?”
“Your checklist for tomorrow is already set in your calendar and I canceled your morning radio show with Nick, because honestly you’re exhausted and you look like shit and I’m sure Nick will understand.”
“I’m sure he gave you a hard time,” Harry rubbed his forehead tiredly.
“Well he seemed pleasantly excited about it, honestly,” you shrugged, “Said he was happy you were taking some time off … with me? Said he was happy you were finally growing a pair and letting me take some time off.”
The elevator doors dinged open and Harry seemed to be lost in thought. He was stuck in the elevator, staring off into the distance in deep thought. “Come on then,” you chuckled reaching over and grasping his hand in yours before pulling him into the pent house.
“You want noodles?” you asked, tossing your stuff onto the couch knowing full well he wanted noodles. Harry always wanted noodles, and ever since you’d bought him the pasta machine and gave him your nana’s noodle recipe he’d been begging you day in and day out to make the noodles for you.
“There’s still some in the fridge,” Harry mumbled, “Did Nick really say that?”
“Say what?” You were already beyond this conversation as you fiddled through Harry’s fridge – the fridge you stocked on the daily as his personal assistant.
“That it’s a good thing I’m finally giving you time off?”
You looked up to see Harry standing at the kitchen counter pouting while chomping on the carrot sticks you’d put out for him. “Do I … have you ever felt …” Harry cleared his throat and took a sip of water. “Have you ever missed out on anything in life because you’re hanging out with me? Working for me?”
You frowned as you tossed the noodles into a bowl with the pesto you’d made for him last week. You scoffed before turning and placing the bowls in the microwave.
“Y/N,” Harry whined, “This is serious.”
“You’re asking me if I’ve missed out on life because I’m doing my job?” you put your hands on your hips. “Tell me, Harry, was I ever missing out on life when I was spending every night here sitting behind a desk warming up tea for you and helping you sort your mail?”
“I just –”
“Harry, you gave me a job,” you gave him a soft smile, “I’m not missing out on anything. My life is your life.”
Harry groaned, “Not much of a life when you’re here in my kitchen making noodles.”
You rolled your eyes, “My God, Harry, would you stop being so dramatic. Nick makes one comment and suddenly you’re screwing around having an internal debate? It’s been a year and now you’re suddenly questioning whether you’ve given me enough time off? You spent Easter with my family.”
“I love your family,” Harry mumbled, “They were very nice to Doug.”
“Too nice to Doug,” you chuckled, “My mum literally fed her every hour on the hour.”
The microwave went off and Harry reached behind you to grab some utensils. “Can we cuddle and eat noodles now?” he pouted, “You’ve been distant, and I know it’s probably because you walked in on me and Violeta but I promise nothing was actually happening. I was just lonely and heartbroken and she’s very sweet but –”
“Heartbroken?” you cut him off, both hot bowls of noodles in your hands as you stared him down. “Harry did someone hurt you?”
Harry grasped the bowl from your hand and mumbled, “Shut up,” before making his way to the couch.
“Harry!” you called, “We should talk about this! Is there anyone I should take off the guest list of events? Someone I should keep from seeing you? I can change your entire schedule if you need to –”
“Y/N,” Harry breathed, turning and facing you on the couch, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N baby you need to relax!” he cooed, “It’s fine.”
“It’s just a crush?” Now you were intrigued – because you were Harry’s PA and had to take care of him, obviously, not any other reason. Scooting forward, Harry groaned and stuffed some noodles in his mouth.
“Nice try sweets,” he smirked, “You’re not getting that information out of me.”
“Is it Violeta? You say you don’t like her but –”
“My God,” Harry cried out, “The only thing I want you to do right now is eat your noodles, enjoy them, and also please pencil in Melanie for sometime for tea next weekend.”
“You have three interviews and a studio session next weekend.”
Harry gave you a pointed look. “Melanie is family. Without us, she wouldn’t have had a fun party life in sixth form. We’re basically her party parents and I want to hear about all the fun she’s getting up to in uni now.”
“Safe fun,” you reminded him.
“Yes of course. Safe fun.”
You watched as Harry fiddled with his noodles, swirling them around the bowl. “You really care about the people here, don’t you?”
Harry shrugged, “I cling to people. I attach myself to them in because I need a family around me to feel safe, I guess. But yeah … something about the people in this building is just really special.”
“I think so too,” you smiled, “Best job I ever had.”
“Better than the one you have now?”
“I don’t know, my boss is pretty demanding,” you joked.
“You brought this building together,” Harry informed you, nudging you with his spoon. “Seriously, you did. Before you spent your nights with us we basically just said hi to each other in the lobby and that was it. But now George sits there and waits for the twins to come home, and Melanie babysits Clancy and walked Dougie when I can’t.”
“You’re just saying that because you want me to keep working for you.”
“I’m saying it because my life changed the minute you started making me tea and now that you’re making my schedules, my life all kind of fits together.”
“Then give me a raise,” you joked.
“Done.”
“No I was just –”
“I’ve basically taken your life from you,” Harry chuckled, “It’s the least I can do.”
“You haven’t taken anything from me,” you groaned, “I’m here because I love you, you idiot. I’d make you a thousand schedules a day if it meant getting to spend every day with you.”
“Nights just weren’t enough, huh?” Harry knew he was getting a bit cocky, but his praise kink was kicking in and his narcissistic wires in his brain were going haywire.
“I guess not.” Your body was tingling, and your senses were heightened as Harry leaned in and gave you a bright smile.
“Nights weren’t enough for me either. It’s why I nabbed ya away. I’m too selfish.”
“Well I’m glad,” you nodded, “It’s been a great year.”
“To many more to come?” Harry asked offering his bowl for the two of you to clink in celebration.
“If you’ll have me.”
“I’ll always ‘ave ya. Want ya all the time.”
Harry watched as your eyebrows furrowed and you cocked your head slightly. “Want me?”
Harry sucked in a breath and set down his bowl on the table in front of the two of you. “‘M heartbroken, remember?”
Lost for words, you simply cleared your throat. “I’m your PA. I … I live in a small flat with one room and a little kitchen. I eat Ramen most nights you’re eating steak and –”
“Y/N …”
“ – I work the lobby and you live up here in the penthouse,” you finished, “You can’t honestly –”
“Oh I do,” Harry nodded, “I do a lot. ‘S why I bring Violeta around so much, because I can’t think about wanting to be with you all day when you’re my little PA running around bringing my life together.”
“Harry …”
“I know, I know,” he groaned, “How could I tell you like this over noodles? It just spilled out. I guess I got jealous seeing you flirt with George down there; I thought he was gonna take you from me.”
“No one is going to take you from me,” you shook your head and scooted forward.
“I’m thinking Doug might really need a mum, you know, a maternal figure in his life?” Harry whispered with his lips barely brushing against yours. “She’s going to need a strong female figure and I think you’d make a mighty fine mum.”
“She is a sweet pup,” you nodded, “Being a single dad must be difficult.”
“So difficult,” Harry whispered as his fingers dug into your hair, swirling around and tugging you forward slightly.
“Who am I to deny a cute puppy?” you hummed.
“Don’t deny me,” Harry basically pleaded before his lips pressed to yours gruffly, anxiously, and with an aggression you had never seen him kiss anyone with before. You were immediately crawling into his lap, digging your fingers into his shoulders and up to his head as you held him close to you.
His lips were hot, and you both tasted like buttery noodles and pesto, but his fingers were like warm sparks against your skin as he hiked up your shirt and dug his fingers into whatever he could get a hold of.
You seemed to be doing the same as you pulled away to be able to breathe. Harry let out a low whimper as you hot lips sucked down his neck, nipping at his collarbones as Harry couldn’t control himself and bucked his hips up against you as you gasped against his skin.
“Harry …” you moaned, “We … we shouldn’t. You need sleep,” you huffed as Harry buried his lips into the crook of your neck and nuzzled in as if he were hibernating for the winter, never wanting to leave.
“Stay,” he whispered, “Please.”
“I would be an awful dog mum if I left,” you joked.
“Y/N,” Harry whined.
“I’ll stay,” you nodded, “I’ll stay.”
“Forever,” Harry groaned, head lulling back to the back of the couch as you giggled and kissed up his exposed neck.
“I really like you, Y/N,” Harry admitted, “Love you, honestly. Love you a lot. Love you really more than anyone else at this point. Don’t tell Dougie that though.”
“I won’t tell,” you smiled as you felt your eyes filling with tears, “I love you too, Harry. I’ve loved you since you walked into the lobby for the first time with a cupcake because I looked tired.”
“I made those cupcakes so fast,” Harry smirked and reached up, running his fingers through your hair and twisting the ends around the tips of his fingers. “Saw you sitting there and you smiled at me … God, breathtaking. And I ran up and made those cupcakes.”
You laughed and swatted at his chest. “You told me they’d been sitting around for ages! Didn’t want to waste them!”
“Didn’t want to waste any time away from you,” Harry shrugged, “Wanted every excuse to see you.”
“You’re so fucking cute,” you groaned, “But that doesn’t mean I’m canceling your dentist appointment.” Starting to get off Harry’s lap, his groan turned to a laugh.
“Nothing gets past you,” he called after you, “Where are you going?”
You turned around and pulled your shirt over your head, looking suggestively (as sexily as you could muster) over your shoulder. “Well I’m going to bed,” you shrugged, “Thought you wanted me to stay?”
Harry’s eyes widened and seemed to sparkle as he nearly tripped over his feet to get up and follow you. Stumbling, he gripped at your skin as if he were drunk, drunk on you, and clung to you desperately.
“Yes,” he whispered, “Stay.”
Something told you that even though you didn’t work in this building anymore, you were going to be spending quite a lot of time here still. You, Harry, and you happy lobby family … and Doug, of course.
UM HEY GUYS. First post. I’m Daisy, you can also find me over at @petehparker
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Summary: Reader confesses her love to Harry, but they’re just friends. Angsty as hell.
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Warnings: Kinda sad?
A/N: First Harry fic ever, please be gentle and REBLOG if you enjoyed!
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Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut and moved on; drowned her feelings and pretended like it didn’t pain her every time Harry’s gaze wandered or like a little part of her died every time he introduced her as his friend.
“I don’t just love you Harry, I’m in love with you. Have been for a while I suppose.”
She shouldn’t have said a damn thing, because here he was before her, slack-jawed and silent. Staring at her like she could tell him what to say. He opened his mouth only to close it again, and those twenty seconds of silence felt like the longest of her life. He stepped towards her, a hand reaching for her wrist, “Y/N, I-“ he was stammering, unsure of how to respond.
She shook her head, the tears blurring her vision as she moved past him, a dry laugh escaping her lips. “See you around, Harry.”
She was vaguely aware of his footsteps and shouts behind her. But she was so incredibly embarrassed and hurt that she couldn’t stand to even look at him. She didn’t hate him. She couldn’t even if she tried. Pitiful. And as much as she wanted to avoid the self-loathing and pity, she couldn’t say that rejection was new to her.
Guys dated her friends first, only giving her the time of day if one of her girlfriends turned them down. Second best. She’d had plenty of dates that ended well before they really began. She forced the thoughts out of her head, crossing the threshold and running for her car, so desperately wanting to be home.
The tears fell freely within the safety of her car, heaving sobs escaping her mouth, leaving her to gasp for breath. She kicked off her shoes as soon as she got to her flat, making a beeline for her bedroom and throwing herself atop the bed, removing the covers and hiding beneath them, seeking comfort. She felt like an idiot. The only thing she could see was the blank look on his face. The rejection. Him confirming that he didn’t love her the way she loved him.
They were close. But maybe she was so blinded by her love for him that she let herself read too heavily into every word that left his mouth; every glance. Surely, not all friends acted the way they did.
“Harry, we’ve seen that like 12 times!”
“Should we make it 13? It’s a lucky number isn’t it?”
“Not many people think so,” she responded, chucking her pillow in his direction.
She stretched her hands out, wriggling her fingers, a silent demand for the remote. He smirked at her, lazily tossing it her way. “Now Harry, have you seen Labor Day?”
He shook his head. “Never heard of it.”
“With Kate Winslet?”
“Not ringin’ a bell. I’ll give it a chance I suppose,” he answered as if he ever had a choice in the matter.
She started the movie, settling back into the couch, her blanket wrapped around her like a cape. “Better be good Y/N,” he said, giving her a stern look.
“Eyes on the screen, H.”
Apart from a few snide comments, Harry seemed to be enjoying it, and Y/N’s eyes had yet to leave the screen. He reached out, tugging on her blanket.
“What is it H?” He grumbled something about cuddles and she finally turned towards him a small smile on her face.
“You’re so needy,” she chided, feigning annoyance but moving towards him all the same. Once she was right beside him, she swung her legs over into his lap, letting her head fall on his chest. Harry secured his arms around her, signing in contentment.
“Better.”
Harry was right. All of it felt incredibly right and every time Harry leaned down to look at her, she felt her face heat up and the butterflies in her stomach dance when he whispered a comment or asked a question. She was so aware of how close he was, of how his arms held her in place and the rise and fall of his chest. All of it.
“You know, this whole thing seemed creepy in the beginning, but I support it now.”
She laughed at that and he grinned down at her.
“Whatcha laughin’ at love?”
“I felt the same way when I first watched it. Just wait to see what happens.”
The movie was nearing its end, and Harry was fed up. “Really, Henry? Why did ya go and do that?” He peered down at Y/N, only to see that her eyes were shut, the fabric of his t-shirt bunched in one hand. A fond smile spread across his face as the credits began to roll, darkening the room. He could have easily carried her upstairs to his bed and taken the couch, but he liked this just fine. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and he couldn’t see it, but she felt it. He shifted a little bit, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling, thinking that it had been a good day.
But surely they were just friends? She thought of how he sometimes came over at 2 in the morning after meeting friends, stumbling a little bit, but crushing her in a hug, telling her how much he loved her. As a friend, she thought bitterly.
She couldn’t even be mad at him. Love couldn’t be forced, she just wanted so badly for him to have told her differently. She pulled her blanket up towards her chin, willing sleep to take her so she wouldn’t have to keep replaying the moment in her mind.
Her eyes had been closed for maybe 5 minutes when she heard knocking on the door. She knew who it was. Not now, she thought. The knocking stopped, and she thought he had gone, but the knocks were replaced with Harry’s desperate pleas.
“Y/N, please lemme in sweetheart. M’sorry ok, so sorry. I really need to see you. Need to make sure my girl’s alright.”He was met with her silence. “I’ll stay here all night if I have to love. Please Y/N.”
His voice was softer now, sad. She couldn’t face him. Not yet. But she couldn’t let him sit outside her door all night either. She forced herself up, padding across the wood floor, stopping in front of the door.
“Harry?” she croaked.
“Lemme see you love,” his voice was hardly above a whisper.
“You have to leave Harry. I’m not mad at you, I just want to be alone a while.” Her voice always gave her away. It was evident how much she had been crying.
“Y/N if you would just-“ She cut him off.
“Harry, please!” She pleaded, her voice rising. “After what just happened can you please just give me some time? Just some damned time!”
He was silent a moment. “Really what you want love?”
“Go Harry. I’m not ready.” She waited until she heard him shuffle from the doorway, peeking through the peephole as he receded. As she shuffled back to her bed and pulled the covers back over her head, she wondered one thing.
