From me/Warnings: This has been in my drafts since I finished the original story. This is truly all fluff 😍 there is nothing to warn you about. It's probably like a week or two after him.
Summary: “About how annoying I am?” She questioned.
“Exactly,” Niall nodded.
“She’s not annoying, don’t even kid ‘bout that, Niall. She already believes it."
Eleanor was insistent that she would come back earlier than she originally planned. Especially since her arrival was the catalyst for the big argument (which seemed silly and like a century prior to everything that followed).
Eleanor told Harry directly; left the sweet, exhausted girl out of the equation completely. Harry did bring her with him, of course. He explained to Eleanor that she would have come along voluntarily anyway. But Harry was not surprised at all when Eleanor yanked her best friend out of the front seat in the middle of the pickup line at the airport and held her tight while Harry stowed her luggage in the boot of his car. In her true nonchalant fashion, she hugged Eleanor back tightly all the while downplaying her nerves and promising El she was alright. Harry was glad she had a friend like Eleanor. If it wasn’t for her, who knows what would have happened without her phone call.
Harry tried not to think about that for too long though. Eleanor chatted the entire ride to the pair up front, while she dotingly held Harry’s hand in both of hers in her lap as he drove them back to Dolcezza. Eleanor didn’t even make any funny jokes about her display of affection but Harry did catch Eleanor wiggling her eyebrows at him in the rear view mirror several times over.
Niall had a new dish for Eleanor to try, and a plate of eggplant parm steaming and situated on the bar when they arrived. Harry brought Eleanor’s bag up to the apartment and returned to find her chatting with Niall through the window while they ate their food. Harry pressed a hand on her lower back as he passed her to the kitchen. While they chatted about El’s job, Harry returned again, placing a plate of garlic bread between the two girls. “Thank you,” she said softly.
Harry kissed the top of her head, rubbing his hand on her lower back briefly once more and headed for the kitchen to get back to work. Eleanor and Niall had the same expression: smiling widely and eyes dancing with excitement. Niall’s eyes followed Harry with a smirk as he walked to his cooking station, and Eleanor tapped her hand repeatedly on her friend’s leg while her cheeks turned pink with the attention about her relationship with Harry. “Finally,” Niall and Eleanor said perfectly in sync.
*
The following day she and Eleanor spent most of the morning and a chunk of the afternoon lying in her living room (after she put it back to the exact way she had it prior to her family putting it back together as best they could). They had face masks gooped onto their skin waiting to dry while scrolling through social media and chatting about nonsense.
It was the first time she hadn’t felt fearful of someone seeing her from afar in years. But it was also the first time she realized she had been feeling something about it for years to begin with.
“Are you sure your work doesn’t mind you taking a few extra days off? Like if you have to work remotely, there’s still ample time for us to have this spa day,” she reminded her.
“They are very okay with it,” she assured her as she tapped her cheeks to see if her mud had dried yet.
It still felt like an inconvenience to have Eleanor skip work and town to come hang out with her for almost two weeks. Harry was insistent that she take a couple days off from work as well. She really didn’t want to—in fact it was making her a little crazy not having the structure of work to keep her mind from spiraling. But Eleanor definitely helped.
Her phone vibrated in her hands with a message from Harry. It was a picture of eggplant being fried in the pan and she smiled.
Yummy :)
What are you and El doing?
She knew he was doing his very best not to be overwhelmed with worry. The first day he helped her put her place back together with the help of her siblings. The second day he spent kissing every inch of her body and refusing to leave her side other than when she needed to use the bathroom.
Maybe she should have been turned off by the clinginess, but really it just made her feel loved like she had never felt before. He was so kind and caring. It was the first time in ages that someone other than Eleanor (and by extension Louis) had worried about her so much. But he also seemed to know he was being a lot. Harry noticed it when she got up to close the window and he all but gasped—like she was about to jump out of it or something. She poked very lightly at him and giggled. “I’ll warn you if I’m going to make a run for it,” she winked.
“El,” she said gently and lifted her phone above her head. They smiled at the camera to send it to Harry. Just some pampering to look pretty.
You look any prettier and I won’t survive, Principessa 💕
Is that my name in your phone? I’ve never noticed, I don’t think. Is it Principessa?
After a moment, he sent a screenshot in return of her contact screen. The picture of her and Eleanor she had just sent was cropped to get her face in the mud mask only. It did read Principessa 👑💕 which made her smile quite a bit.
That’s such a BAD picture for my contact. Can you please use a prettier one?
I think you look gorgeous. Also, it’s the only picture I have of you.
You don’t take pictures of me from that little window of yours while you’re working?
:(
That’s not funny, Principessa :(
It’s pretty funny actually.
🙄
I would send you a picture of myself without the mud mask...but it probably wouldn’t be appropriate for a contact picture.
...
What?
Don’t tempt me, Principessa.
😇
*
Harry tried really hard not to worry. She was safe with her best friend and soon enough his shift would be over, and he could join the girls upstairs or maybe he could even convince them to go back to his place for the night. But he was a little worse for wear; dropping silverware, messing up the prep work, and overall, really annoying Niall.
“She’s fine,” Niall assured him gently.
“I know,” he sighed.
“You could ask Antonio to take the day off?” He suggested.
Harry shook his head. “He’s still not feeling a hundred percent. I don’t want t’make his life harder. He doesn’t need t’come here. S’fine. She’s upstairs with El. They’re fine,” he repeated it almost like if he said it enough he’d start to believe it (but it wasn’t enough just yet).
“You could ask her to come down.”
He rubbed the back of his head and shrugged. “S’jus’... she’s been with her family and El and I don’t want t’add another person she’s gotta accommodate because I’m worried.”
“You know she really won’t care. She loves being around you,” he reminded his friend.
Harry shrugged, chopping up another onion and turning his face away slightly so as not to cry all over said onion. “Well, she’s with her friend.”
“Pretty sure Eleanor loves you too.”
“Niall, jus’ leave me alone. I jus’ need t’get over it.”
“Well, it just happened. So, you don’t need to get over it right now. If you want her down here, all you have to do is ask.”
“Ask me what?”
Harry was lucky he didn’t slice his finger off. She was standing in the doorway, smiling sweetly. Maybe it’s because he knew she just did a face mask, but her skin looked extra soft, brighter, and lighter. Or maybe it was her eyes that made her look lighter. She looked less stressed and Harry wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen anything quite as beautiful as her on any given day, but she managed to look even more beautiful right then.
“Hi Tesorino! We were just talking about you,” Niall spoke dramatically and grinned knowingly.
Harry rolled his eyes and turned away from the pair of them. But it was almost too obvious that he was very relieved she was there. “About how annoying I am?” She questioned.
“Exactly,” Niall nodded.
“She’s not annoying, don’t even kid ‘bout that, Niall. She already believes it,” he grumbled. He washed his hands quickly and came over to kiss her cheek before he grabbed the bowl of garlic bread they took from when making plates for dinner. She took a piece and finished it off in a few bites.
“El and I are thinking we’ll go see a movie, is that okay?” She asked, wiping crumbs off the corner of her lips.
Harry visibly winced. “Please don’t ask me if that’s okay,” he frowned. “You can do whatever you want.”
Niall laughed from the other side of the expo table. She smirked at his friend’s reaction. She was too perceptive and Niall was irritating. Harry knew she would already know exactly what they were talking about because Niall was a snitch without even trying.
Harry glared at his friend and threw a piece of the garlic bread in his direction (and missed, on purpose). “Don’t waste that!” She pouted.
He rolled his eyes at her dramatics but decided he would get a few more pieces to bring to her place later for when they returned from the movie. “Y’can do whatever you want,” he grumbled.
She grabbed his hand and squeezed gently. “I know. I just want to be considerate,” she smiled.
“Very considerate. Go have fun. You deserve it.”
Harry really hoped he sounded like he wasn’t nervous about her going. She eyed him suspiciously and then tilted her head at him. “Are you okay?”
With a deep sigh, he turned back to his next task. “Can you please stop asking me that, Principessa,” he shook his head. It was ridiculous. She went through something traumatic. Not him. He should have been asking her every second if she was alright.
“He’s nervous!” Niall called from somewhere toward the back of the kitchen.
Harry swore under his breath and called Niall a few choice names. “Niall, can y’find something useful t’do?” He slammed the fridge door shut a little too hard for her liking.
“I’m gonna borrow Harry for a minute!” She called back to Niall. “See you later, Niall!”
“Have fun Tesorino!”
She grabbed Harry’s hand once he settled the items from the fridge on his station and tugged him outside into the alleyway where they first met. It felt like a lifetime ago that he literally bumped into her and changed the entire course of his life.
How lucky he was to have her.
Harry paced away from her while the door closed behind them. She leaned against the side of the building beside the door and Harry scuffed his shoe against the pavement. “Y’can do whatever you want,” he mumbled. He meant it. He wasn’t crazy. He wasn’t going to tell her she couldn’t do something. Especially after all she’d been through.
He just wanted her to be safe. That was it.
“I know,” she shrugged. “But I want to check in with you.”
Harry didn’t know how to make more room in his chest to love her, but he was going to try every day to add more space. She was unbelievably special and precious to him. “I’ll be okay,” he nodded firmly like he was supposed to believe what he was saying (even if he was incredibly nervous).
“You can stay with El and I tonight too,” she smiled.
Harry sighed with relief and stopped in front of her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she nodded; her sweet grin made him melt a little more.
He took a step closer, pressing his arm above her head so he could lean in toward her face. “I love you, Principessa,” he hummed knowingly, a small smile twinging at the corner of his lips.
“I love you too, Harry,” she giggled and reached for either side of his face and pulled him the final distance to her mouth. His free hand pulled her waist toward him and he thought that this restaurant was heaven.
“You taste like garlic,” he murmured against her lips.
She giggled, which made him smirk into the kiss. As light as she looked in the kitchen was exactly how Harry felt while kissing her. He pulled away slightly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth and then gazed into her eyes. “Lucky you.”
“Don’t I know it, Principessa,” he agreed and kissed her again.
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ERIDAN <3 HUMAN READER
-Eridan is a clinger, he will lean next to you and wrap his arms around you and oh my god he will not let go.
-He likes taking you to really fancy restaurants, and has probably gotten into a fight with a waiter and gotten kicked out so the two of you just chilled at the park for an hour or two.
-He is really confused about human anatomy regularly and messes up terms. He's probably said something like "I could stare into your elbows for years." before realising that thats one of the things trolls and humans have in common actually and getting really embarrassed and not showing it.
-He is so so SO sappy and has written at least like 5 poems for you that are. Very cheesy but you appreciate it nonetheless.
-Is genuinely surprised when you want to see his collection of dubiously authentic memorabilia. Turns dates into lectures.
I've decided to make this three-parter the introduction to this couple, and any other parts will be glimpses of their life together at different stages. Some could be the beginning stages of their relationship, or years into the relationship.
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Part 1
Part 2
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It’s been two weeks since that date. They went on a few more, and each was better than the last. The only thing that’s not the best is that Harry hasn’t asked Y/N to be his girlfriend. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, of course, he does. She’s all pretty and soft and cares about the stupid shit he likes. He just keeps whimping out. And yes, he’s sure she’ll ask him out if he doesn’t, but he wants to be the one to do it. Plus, she already initiated the kisses on their last 3 dates, and he wants to make sure she feels like he’s invested as well. Maybe that’s his anxiety telling him he’s not doing enough, but still, he wants her to be his girlfriend, so this kind of anxiety will give him a push.
They have an actual date on Friday (it’s Tuesday), but Harry wants to bring her some lunch, and they can eat together in her classroom while the kids are having theirs in the cafeteria. Not only because he misses her, he definitely does, but he also remembers her saying she needed to go grocery shopping after work, so he thinks she might not have the best lunch today. And maybe that's just the most believable excuse to see her before Friday, without sounding like a love-sick puppy.
So, that’s how he finds himself leaving the office and changing his lunch schedule to a line with hers, just so he can see her for thirty minutes.
He gets her a sub he thinks she’ll really like, judging by what she usually orders when they go to restaurants. He also adds a side of fries and a smoothie. She mentioned one time that she likes smoothies, so now he wants to get one for her.
He makes the drive to her school, it’s a nice building, not too big, and it has a huge playground for the kids, which is nice. Especially because Y/N tells him they can be so energetic at times, so hopefully that playground helps burn energy.
He goes to the office, signs in, and the office lady tells him she has to make a call to Y/N to make sure she’s okay with him coming. That doesn’t bother him; in fact, he appreciates it. That just proves they care about the safety of the teachers. He can faintly hear her voice over the phone, but after the short conversation, the lady tells him her room number.
He knocks before opening the door, and he sees her sitting at her desk.
“Hey, H, I didn’t know you were coming today,” y/n says with a smile on her face.
“That’s because I wanted to surprise you silly,” he teases her.
He walks over to her as she stands up and hugs him, “You brought me lunch?”
“Thought you could use it since you’re going shopping today.”
She smiles at him as he unpacks the food, saying how he hoped she would like this place because he loves it. The two start eating, and Harry looks around at her classroom as she’s doing some work. It’s very… her. In a good way, he means! There are a lot of personal touches mixed into the typical school posters.
“Your classroom is cute, very you.”
She just smiles in response over a mouthful of food. The two continue to eat, talking occasionally, but just being with each other is nice.
Suddenly, the door opens, revealing a little boy. Harry watches as Y/N stands up and walks towards him. “What do you need, sweetie?”
“I forgot my lunch, and the lunch lady said I had no money in my account to buy one, “the little boy said, tears streaming down his face.
“Hey, it’s okay, come here.” Y/N envelopes him in a hug, then wipes his tears away.
If Harry liked Y/N before, watching this interaction tripled it. Seeing her be so gentle, so sweet to the kid for something to his heart.” Harry, can you grab my purse?” Her voice breaks his thoughts, as he gets up and hands it to her.
She thanks him before turning back to the little boy.
Harry watches as she pulls out a $20 bill, telling the boy to give it to the lunch lady, so if he needs more money another day, he has it. If Harry’s heart hadn’t melted before, it surely has now. She is such a genuine, selfless person; she could’ve easily called the little boy's mom, but she just gave him the money with no second thought.
“Miss Y/N?”
“Yeah, did you need something else, honey?”
The boy shakes his head before looking at me, then back at Y/N, “Is that your boyfriend?”
“He is my very good friend.” Harry wasn’t upset she called him a ‘good friend.’ She doesn’t need to explain their situation to a five-year-old or anyone, for that matter. “Go back to lunch now, okay?”
He watches as she makes sure the boy returns to the cafeteria before returning to her desk.
“You are such a sweetheart,” he voices lovingly, and she brushes his comment off, saying how it’s not a big deal, but for Harry, it is, as it shows her character.
“Anyways, how’s work been for you so far? I’ve just been wrangling tiny humans,” she jokes.
He explains to her how his day is going. It’s been very typical; he had a meeting this morning for a new product that’s launching soon, answering the many emails in his inbox, nothing exciting.
The two eat, making normal conversation until the bell rings. “Oh, sorry, H, lunch is over.”
“That’s okay, sweetness. We'll call later, okay?” he presses a peck to her lips, telling her it's okay, and he needs to head back to work as well.
Like normal, they text throughout the day and call before bed.
“I’m going out with my coworkers tomorrow, I forgot to tell you,” She mentions as she gets into bed. “Where going to this lounge thing, there’s live music, food, some games, and a bar. I don’t plan to stay long, maybe for an hour.”
“That sounds fun, lovie.”
Harry knows Y/N isn’t the most social person at times; she would rather stay in bed than go out with a bunch of people, but he’s happy she’s going out with her acquaintances (he’s not sure if she calls all her coworkers her friends, maybe a few, but he knows she doesn’t like all of them, but hey, it happens you don’t have to like everyone you work with) for the night.
Eventually, they both hung up to go to sleep. The silence in his room engulfs him; he turns on the TV for background noise. He had a lot to think about. He loves talking to Y/N, but when he does, his anxiety spikes because he wants to ask her to be his officially, but he’s scared she’ll say no, even though he has no reason to think that. He just feels a little stupid in a way; he has never struggled with this before, so he doesn’t know why he is now, but he truly wants every last thing to be perfect. So, no matter what, he’s asking her out, and if it ends in a harsh rejection, which he hopes won’t, then that’s what happens.
The next day flies by for both of them; they don’t talk as much because things were going on at work for both of them that made their phones less of a priority, but Harry did wish Y/N a fun night, to which she replied Thank you with that heart emoji she always uses.
Decided to stay out longer, I’m actually having fun, lol.
Y/N’s texts come through Harry’s fun around 7 pm; her original plan was to stay until 6-6:30, so he's glad she’s enjoying her time out. But he’s feeling a little jealous. Maybe this is his red flag, but he wishes he could be out with her right now. A part of him misses her even though he just saw her yesterday. It could quite possibly be that he’s slightly in his feelings tonight, which is adding to everything else. He decides to go on Instagram to pass the time. He obviously has a business account that he runs, then his company has an account that his social media department runs, then he has a personal account that’s completely separate and private.
He noticed Y/N posted on her story (they had gotten each other’s socials last week), so of course, he clicked on her story. It was a picture of her and another guy, and he was quite attractive. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. But that’s not made Harry's heart race. It was the fact that she was on his back, kissing his cheek. He doesn’t want to or like to assume things but seeing that picture makes his jealousy tenfold. Seeing his girl with another guy pissed him off, even if it was irrational. He clicks on the guy’s page and scrolls through it, making sure not to like anything; he doesn’t want his cyber stalking to be revealed.
He finds a post from about 2 months ago of Y/N and that guy whose name is Kai. They were hugging, and the caption said “LOML ❤️”. And yes, that was before Harry met her, but the two seemed really close. Blinded by jealousy, Harry tossed his phone on the bed and went to his punching bag to cool off. He doesn’t consider himself an angry person, but the person he’s dating, all cuddled up with someone else, frustrated him beyond belief. Technically, they never claimed to be exclusive, but he didn’t think they had to; he assumed they weren’t going out with other people.
That night, when Y/N texted him, she made it home, but he didn’t respond, just thumbs up the message.
~~~
Y/N is confused. Harry had not responded; if anything, he would type more than needed to just make sure what he said was clear. But no goodnight text, and he just thumbs up her message? That’s weird. She just hopes he was too tired to type out a full response.
However, when she wakes up, he didn’t send her a good morning text, and she knows for a fact he wakes up before her. She decides to send him a good morning text.
Good morning, H, I hope you slept well 😊
Hours later, she gets a response when her students are in PE class.
I slept fine, thank you. But we need to talk tomorrow instead of our date if you’re still free.
Her heart practically drops at his words. Everyone knows what ‘we need to talk’ means.
Of course, I’m still free. Did you want to come over around 6?
Yes, that’s fine.
And that was it, ‘not how was your day’, nothing. It’s like he randomly stopped caring, and she doesn’t understand what she did wrong. She truly thought they were getting to a good place, then he did this. Throughout the rest of the day, she tries not to let it bother her, but it’s hard.
Once nighttime arrives, she decides that if he doesn’t want to text her, then she won’t bother texting him.
~~~
Harry knows he’s ignoring her, but he’s mad at her even if he doesn’t have the right to be, and he’s being dramatic, but he’s not going to text her because, honestly, he doesn’t want to right now.
The day goes by agonizingly slowly for the two, but instead of excitement, it is filled with anxiety and trepidation. They don’t text at all the entire day, and Y/N honestly, though he wasn’t coming at all, but she still spent time tidying up her house and making some cookies because if this does go well, they can have a snack.
A knock on the door brings her out of her thoughts. She opens it, revealing Harry, no flowers like he’s brought every other time, just Harry.
“Hey, come in,” she voices, trying to keep the shakiness at bay.
“Thank you,” he nods as he walks in, closing the door. Y/N leads them to her couch and sits down. And they sit in silence for a few minutes, just staring at their hands.
“Is everything okay?” Y/N asks, breaking the silence.
Harry wastes no time asking, “Are you seeing other people?” His tone is accusatory, and maybe more aggressive than it needs to be, but he needs answers.
“What, no, what made you think that?”
“You were posted up with this guy on your story, and he’s calling you the ‘loml’ in his post.” His saying it out loud sounds ridiculous and a little childish, but he’s not level-headed enough to realize that yet.
“You mean Kai?” to which Harry nods in response.
“Okay, for one, you can have platonic love, so just because he called me ‘loml’ in a post doesn’t mean anything. Two, Sarah wouldn’t have set us up if I were talking to other people. Three, he’s gay and has a husband. Four, why couldn’t you talk to me like an adult? I mean, you’re older than me, you would think the maturity kicked in already.”
Harry opens and closes his mouth, kind of like a fish. He was very wrong about the situation and most definitely misread it. And very bad at that. He’s also never really been confronted like this, yeah, his exes would call him out, but not as stern and direct as Y/N did. In fact, he found it kind of hot, but now it is not the time.
“God, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was a jealous dick, and you’re right, I’m old enough to talk about my feelings and things that bother me; I should’ve done that instead of ignoring you as I did. I let my own insecurities take over, and that wasn’t okay,” he apologizes. His guilt overwhelmed him.
“Harry, it's okay to be insecure, not that I want you to be, but those are normal feelings to experience, and if that's something you want to talk about, we can, but if you actually want this to be a relationship, we need to communicate about these things.”
He grabs her hand. “I know I was a complete idiot, and I had no right to be that jealous. Jealousy is something I struggle with and have for a while. I think it’s just hard because I can't just see you whenever; we have to plan everything out, and the fact that you can be spontaneous with others gets to me because I want to be able to randomly go out with you and not have to plan to ensure our schedules line up. I guess I think you’ll get annoyed at the fact that you’re not able to do whatever with me whenever you want to. And I want to be the person you’re close to like that. I want you to be able to jump on my back and kiss my cheek and squeeze yourself to me in a hug, but I know we're not there yet.” He’s being so open and honest with her, for her. He needs to be, and he wants to; he wants to trust her and her to trust him. Being vulnerable in front of others is hard for him. He sought to be strong and stern. He is a CEO, so he has to be, but it’s also nice to be vulnerable with her. Despite the short time knowing her, he feels safe to confide in her, ignoring the fits he threw the last two days.
“Harry, trust me when I say, I prefer things being planned out. I’m not a very spontaneous person; I have the same schedule pretty much every day, and I like it. Of course, if you asked me to go out randomly, I’d be happy, but most definitely not all the time. Also, we'll get there, we're only in the beginning stages of our relationship, and it will take time to get there, okay?” Her voice is so soft and understanding. The way she reassures him makes his heart burst in the best way. Not judgmental, or annoyed, just genuine.
“But honestly, Harry, I didn’t appreciate that accusation; it hurt that you think I would go around dating other people after I told you how much I liked you.”
“I understand, and if it were the other way around, I would have a worse reaction. Also, just so you know, you’re the first person outside of my parents that’s ever put me in my place like that.”
“Good,” she giggles, “someone has to, can’t let your CEO head get too big”.
And just like that, the tension eases. The relief they both feel is immense; they discussed it like adults and got it handled. Not an ideal thing to deal with three weeks in, but they both feel this conversation will help them with future problems.
“You know,” Harry starts as he messes with her fingers; it's only 7, we could still get dinner if you’re up for it.”
“Let's just get takeout, if you’re okay with staying here.”
“Yeah, that sounds good. What are you feeling?” He asks as he pulls out his phone.
They decided on pizza, which Y/N tried to pay for, but Harry refused. But maybe that was a good idea because he eats the pizza with the really expensive cheese, and Y/N is sure it's good, but she was just going to order Dominos.
While they wait, they put on a movie and talk about how the last couple of days were for them since they weren’t talking. Once the pizza arrives, Harry watches Y/N’s reaction as she tries it. And it was amazing, to be fair, if someone gave her a slice and said it was from a typical pizza place, she would believe it, but Harry was quite enthusiastic about it, so she let him have that. She also brought out the cookies she had made for dessert, and Harry made the most dramatic humming as he took a bite. Claiming it was the best thing he’s ever tasted.
They continue to watch the movie, but Y/N is not focused on it. She is very relieved that the night went the way it did because she doesn’t want to lose Harry. Speaking of which, Harry’s yawn and stretch pulled her out of her thoughts. She was about to ask if he wanted to go home to sleep, but then, with his stretched arm, he casually lays it over her shoulders.
“Really,” her face set straight, “You didn’t have to do that cheesy stretch thing; you can just touch me, you know.”
“Mm, but that was more fun, sweetness.”
She rolls her eyes, acting annoyed even though she is smiling.
About 35 minutes later, the movie ends, and while they don’t want the night to end, Harry has to go because he has a meeting. (Which he is extremely annoyed about because it's Saturday, but as a CEO, he has to make sacrifices). As he’s getting up to leave, Y/N walks him to the door, and he turns to her.
“Y/N, I really like you, you’re absolutely gorgeous, and just all-around an amazing person, and I would really appreciate it if you were my girlfriend. I promise I’m not always as dickish as I’ve been the last two days.”
“Harry, you’re an idiot, but yes, I will gladly be your girlfriend.
summary: harry disappears and leaves y/n in the dark. when he finally resurfaces, they struggle to heal hurt and broken hearts.
warnings: angst, brief mentions of cheating, fluff, age gap relationship, teacher/student relationship
wordcount: 5.2k
a/n: strap in its angsty!!!!! but we’re almost at the end of the back and forth now, i want my babies to be happy 😭
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“You really haven’t seen him?”
You nibbled on your lower lip as you waited for Courtney to reply, rubbing two fingers over your temple.
“No, and Josh still hasn’t heard from him either. Last I knew, he was coming to find you,” Courtney murmured, smoothing a hand over your hair.
“There’s rumours everywhere,” you told her. “He quit, he got fired. You don’t think someone found out and he had to leave?”
Courtney shook her head, leaning back in her seat. “He would’ve told you. Even if it was the last time you ever spoke, I think he would’ve told you.”
You pulled your knees to your chest, staring up at the ceiling. It had been over a week since you’d seen or heard from Harry. You’d checked with Courtney every day, hoping by some miracle that he’d gone home or spoken to Josh, but he hadn’t. He’d pushed you away in his office and then fallen off the face of the Earth.
You’d typed out and deleted texts almost every hour, rushing to check your messages and missed calls as soon as you woke up every morning. Your finger had hovered over Harry’s phone number, never hitting call.
You made sure to walk by his office everyday, hoping for some sign of life, but nothing ever came. Your mind was running wild. You couldn’t help but imagine him lying in a ditch somewhere, hurt and alone. Or on the run, dramatically changing his appearance to escape law enforcement after his relationship with you had been revealed. Or worse, he simply felt he had to disappear to save himself from you.
It wasn’t until you saw a flash of brunette curls disappearing into his door that your worry turned into white-hot rage.
Your heart rate quickened with your feet, your shaking hand fumbling with the doorknob as you barged in behind him.
The blood was pounding in your ears, every muscle in your body tense as he turned around and looked at you.
“What the fuck, Harry?”
Your voice was a whisper with all the anger of a shout, the words catching in your dry throat. Your hands balled into fists inside your sleeves as Harry looked over you, barely a speck of emotion on his face.
He was no different to the last time you saw him, his outfit one you’d seen before, each line and crease on his face no different than before. But the way he was looking at you was new. He was indifferent, arms resting at his sides as he waited for words that you couldn’t form. His eyes held nothing. You felt like a stranger to him, and you willed your feet to carry you away, back to the comfort of not knowing where he was but knowing who you were to him.
But as you turned away, he finally spoke. “How long does it take you to get home?”
“Thirty minutes,” you answered, tears resting on your eyelashes as you stared at your feet.
“Then I’ll see you in thirty minutes,” Harry replied, watching you leave his office as quickly as you burst in.
—
Harry sat in his car outside your house, his hands gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. His eyes were locked on the mirror, watching the corner of your street with a clenched jaw.
His anger simmered just beneath the surface, a volatile mix of frustration and betrayal. The minutes felt like hours as he replayed the last time he was here, stoking the fire of his anger. He was determined to hear the truth, even if it meant he would never see you again.
The second you turned the corner, his heart near stopped. You didn’t seem to notice him or his car as you approached, your eyes weary and heavy-lidded as you stared straight ahead.
Harry hadn’t paid much attention to you in his office, trying to ignore the pained furrow of your brows, the red tint of sleepless nights beneath your eyelashes, the way you looked almost exactly the same and yet so different to him. But as he looked at you then, dulled and burnt out even as the afternoon sun illuminated everything around you, his anger fell away and shame rolled through his body in a nauseating wave.
He was a grown man. With a job, a home, a life that shouldn’t involve someone in their early twenties, someone who’s education he was responsible for. You may have approached him first, but he barely thought twice before pursuing you, fisting his cock that night with only thoughts of you in his mind.
And worse than that, he’d run away. He’d backed you into a corner, fucking you, making you his, while making it clear to you that you’d never be more than a fun weekend. He’d kissed you, set up boundaries so weak that you had no choice but to push through them, making you believe that you were setting the pace and dictating what relationship you would or wouldn’t have. Then he’d backed off.
He deserved every inch of the hell he’d found himself in. Harry ran a hand through his hair, suddenly wanting to be anywhere else. He still wanted answers, but he found himself totally unfazed towards whatever the truth was. You had every right to want him to hurt.
At the sound of keys jangling in a door, he turned his head, watching you let yourself in. With a deep sigh, he followed, his legs wooden as he trudged towards the door you’d left ajar.
“Hi,” Harry murmured, slipping into your apartment behind you. He hadn’t seen it before, and it was absolutely no different than he’d expected. You had fresh flowers and house plants on almost every surface, lilies and roses in soft pinks and whites, posters and pictures dotted around the walls.
You turned to face him, dropping your bag on the kitchen counter. “Where have you been?” you asked him, your voice sharper than you intended.
You heard his breath hitch in the silence, the sound of his shoes banging as he pushed them off, his socks soft against the floor as he edged towards you. The air between you was thick, charged with everything unsaid, everything he’d been avoiding.
“I saw him,” Harry said quietly, an edge to his voice, a tightness that betrayed his restraint. “I came here.”
He’d paused a few paces away, his expression unreadable in the sunlight seeping through the window. But you could read the tension in the way his jaw was clenched, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides.
“Saw who?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to keep the hurt at bay. “You kissed me, Harry. And then you disappeared. You didn’t say a word, didn’t even let anyone know if you were okay.”
He exhaled harshly, running a hand through curls that looked like they’d been toyed with all day long. “I didn’t know what to say! What do you want me to say? I came here to apologise, but you were clearly already busy.”
“You came here after I left your office?” you questioned, your voice rising. “I was tutoring, Harry. I told you I was fucking tutoring.”
He leaned the wall, steadying himself as you knocked the wind out of him. In the entire week he’d been gone, racking his brains every day for some kind of innocent explanation, he hadn’t even remembered that.
He knew he was jealous, overly possessive, even over people he couldn’t claim, but this was a new low.
“I was tutoring Tommy, who’s in your fucking class and has a girlfriend. I needed to get my notes from my room. Which is where I’m assuming you saw us?” you paused for him to confirm, feeling rage wash over you like a tidal wave.
“He followed me into my room, and then we studied, Harry. At the dining table. On opposite sides.”
You ran a hand over your face, eyes screwed shut as you tried to make sense of it all.
“You don’t know how it looked,” Harry whispered, the colour drained from his face, his jaw clenched.
“You disappeared for a week. No communication, no word to even Josh. I was going out of my mind, Harry! There were rumours everywhere. You were hurt, you got fired, you got caught with a student - how do you think that felt? How that looked?”
His silence said more than his words ever could, and it made your blood boil. You took a step toward him, closing the distance between you, your heart pounding against your ribs.
“Why do you keep doing this?” you asked, your voice starting to tremble. “You took me to the lake, you suggested the weekend away. You thought sleeping with me and then dropping me was the best plan. You kissed me, you pushed me away. And now you seriously think that I’d do this?”
When he still kept quiet, eyes flitting across your face, your anger reached boiling point. You were being mean, you knew that. You’d had just as much of a hand in anything that happened, but blaming Harry felt easier.
“Do you think I wanted any of this? You pull me close, like you want me, like you feel something, and then the second it gets too much, you push me away. Do you even know what that does to me?”
That struck a nerve. You could see it in the way his face twisted, his body recoiling slightly as if your words struck him deeper than you intended. He looked at you, and for a moment, there was something raw in his gaze.
Harry stepped closer, his body tense as if he was barely holding himself upright. He pushed his head back, inhaling a deep, deep breath before looking back at you. “You didn’t want any of that?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“That’s not what I meant, Harry, and you know that. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want this. But I wanted more,” you explained, turning your back on him as you tried to keep a hold of yourself.
“It wasn’t meant to be like this,” Harry confessed, pinching the top of his nose. “I don’t know how it all got so complicated.”
“You pulled the strings, Harry. You made it this way,” you replied, letting your chin fall to your chest. Nothing made sense to you. It had been two weeks with Harry, and you’d barely even spent any time with him during those weeks. Yet you were practically falling apart, sagging under the weight of the heartbreak.
You turned back to face Harry, needing him to see the hurt he’d caused written over your face.
His eyes dropped to the floor, and for a moment, he looked as though he would say something - finally actually admit what he’d been feeling. But instead, he just shook his head, his voice barely a whisper when he spoke.
“I didn’t want it to be this way.”
You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to believe that this had all just been some misunderstanding, that he wasn’t as scared of his own feelings as you thought. But you were exhausted. Tired of the back and forth, of the emotional whiplash that had been defining whatever it was the two of you had.
“So what now?” you asked, your voice quiet but steady. “What do we do now, Harry?”
He looked up at you then, and the way he was staring, it almost felt like a plea. Like he was hoping you’d have the answer, that you’d know how to fix the mess you’d both found yourself in.
But you didn’t. And if your heart hadn’t already shattered, it would have broken at the realisation that neither did he.
The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken things. You stared at each other, neither of you knowing what to say, both of you too scared to admit how badly you needed each other.
It felt like you were standing on opposite sides of a chasm, each too wounded and too stubborn to reach across.
“I just want there to be a reality in which we can be happy.”
You turned back to face him, willing your heart not to shatter as Harry’s whisper cut through you. It was a thought you’d rejected countless times since seeing Harry in the bar that night. Happiness in a relationship, especially at the start, shouldn’t have been so hard to find and hold on to. But for some reason, there had been trouble at every turn.
You could feel the sting of tears in your eyes, the image of Harry in front of you blurring. Your hands trembled as you reached up to wipe your eye, the dam finally breaking.
Tears streamed down your face, unbidden and unstoppable. You had fought so hard to keep it together, convincing yourself that things would get better, that they could still fix what was clearly broken. But standing there in the silence in the wake of Harry’s words, you felt completely destroyed.
Harry looked away, his gaze falling to the floor as if he couldn’t bear to meet your eyes anymore. His shoulders slumped, and for a moment, he looked as if the fight had drained all the energy out of him. “I don’t want to fight with you, y/n,” he said quietly, his voice filled with exhaustion. “I hate this.”
You let his words hang in the air, unsure of anything you can say or do to make the situation better. “I need to change,” you told him eventually, padding past him towards your bedroom.
Harry watched you leave, your arms hanging limply by your sides, your steps light despite the darkness weighing on you.
He followed after a minute, holding up his fist to knock on the door, before it falls to his side. He picked it up again, reaching out for the doorknob with tentative fingers, before completely abandoning any attempt to get you to let him in. His heart broke with how badly he wanted to be there, to ease you out of the day’s clothes and help you into new ones, to wipe your tears with the soft knit of his jumper and to make it all better. But he didn’t know how to be in your space, how to comfort you when he was the very source of your tears.
When you eventually opened the door, you tried to walk straight past him, but he reached out to gently catch your arm. For a brief moment, your eyes met, and in that instant, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as your body trembled. He cradled you, his hand smoothing over your hair, the other placed firmly your back, and you stood there, enveloped in him, his scent and his touch filling the space around you, until your breathing slowed.
Once you were steady, no longer wrapped tightly around him as though he was the only thing keeping you up straight, he lead you to the sofa, his hand never leaving your lower back. You lay your head in his lap, staring straight out of the window at the setting sun.
Harry softly ran his fingers through your hair, his fingertips scratching at the roots in just the way he knew you loved. A soft smile tugged at his mouth, remembering how you’d fallen asleep in seconds after his hands found your hair. His eyes never left your face, trained on every detail as though he was worried this was the last time he’d ever see them. He watched the way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked, noticing the faint furrow of your brows starting to smooth out after a while. The pink tint at the tip of your nose, the soft freckles dotted over your cheeks, the shine on your lower lip. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
After some time, you shifted onto your back, turning to face him. Reaching up with a gentle hand, you l pushed a stray curl from his forehead. "I’m so sorry, Harry. I never thought things would get like this,” you whispered, a single stray tear slipping down your cheek, coming to rest on the fabric of his slacks in a tiny damp spot.
"You don’t have anything to apologise for," he replied, his voice tender, laced with emotion.
He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you hungry? Do you want to shower?"
You nodded at that, feeling the weight of the past week clinging to you, suddenly desperate to wash it all away.
You sat up, your head pounding after so many tears and such twisting emotions, and dragged yourself to the bathroom.
You sat on the edge of the bath, staring at yourself in the mirror. You looked exhausted, both emotionally and physically drained in the wake of a week that had nearly broken you.
Harry followed you after a few minutes, watching from the doorway as you gathered your strength. He couldn’t bear the thought of a life without you, without the colours you’d brought into his world. He kneeled in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. His touch was soft, tentative, as if he was afraid he might break you further.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, his voice soft. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his gaze pleading for forgiveness, for the chance to make things right.
You nodded, too tired to protest, and that was all Harry needed. He tugged on your hands to make you stand, his hands soft and steady as he undressed you. There was a tenderness in the way he moved, a quiet determination to show you that he was still there, and that he wasn’t going to let go. Not then, not ever.
He turned on the water, making sure it was the right temperature, then adjusting the radiator so it would warm your towel as you showered. As he was about to walk away, you pulled on his arm, directing his attention back to you.
“Stay with me,” you whispered, thumbing the hem of his jumper, waiting for permission to strip him of his clothes. When he didn’t protest, you undressed him in the same way he’d done for you, then finally stepped under the water.
His fingers gently brushed your hair back, away from your face, and you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of the water and Harry’s presence soothe you. He reached behind you, running your soap between his hands before gently massaging them over your skin.
His touch was featherlight, as if he was trying to wash away not just the exhaustion, but the hurt that had built up between you. He was careful, attentive, his actions filled with unspoken words of love and regret. As he moved, his lips brushed against your shoulder, a silent apology, a promise that he would do better. The intimacy of it made you weak, your body turning to jelly as he cared for you in a way you knew no other man was capable of.
“I don’t want you to ever think I was using you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. “You’re so much more than what you can give me.”
You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, as he stepped a little closer to you. The warm water cascaded over both of you, its steady rhythm filling the quiet space between you and Harry. His eyes searching yours as the droplets slid down his face, his breath slightly ragged.
Your hand lifted slowly, fingers coming up to caress his cheek as you stared at each other through the steam, your fingertips lingering as if you were scared to let go.
“You’re so beautiful. I don’t think I’ve told you that enough,” Harry murmured, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
You swallowed hard, your throat closing around any words you could come up with. “Harry,” you whispered eventually, your voice raw from all the emotions of the day. “At times like this, I can really picture a life with you,” you finished, shy as the words finally came out.
You weren’t even sure what the fate of your relationship was, whether you even had another shot at happiness with him. But you knew, as much as it pained you to realise it, that things had only gotten so fucked up because both you and Harry had felt so much more intensely for one another than you’d ever expected. It wasn’t just sex, or a weird fling. There was something real between the two of you, you were certain of that.
His fingers traced along your jawline, his eyes glistening as he took in what you’d said. And then, without hesitation, Harry leaned in, closing the space between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was soft, yet full of urgency. It wasn’t at all like the other times, it was deeper, filled with apology, with longing, with the need to prove that neither of you were willing to let go.
The water poured over your entwined bodies, but all you could feel was him. His kiss was tender at first, but as the seconds passed, it grew more passionate, more desperate, as if he was trying to pour everything he felt into that one moment. His hands moved to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as his lips moved against yours, seeking not just forgiveness, but something solid to hold onto as you both tried to find your way back.
Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. You kissed him back, matching his intensity, your fingers curling into his damp skin as if afraid that if you let go, you’d lose him all over again. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat of his body against yours, and finally anything outside of that moment faded away.
When you finally pulled back, gasping for air, your foreheads pressed together, Harry’s chest was heaving, his eyes still closed as if he was trying to hold onto the feeling of your lips on his. His hands didn’t leave your face, and you could feel the slight tremble in them as he pulled you into his chest, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
“You’re everything. Everything,” Harry muttered, his voice muffled by your hair, one arm wrapping around your back, holding you tight to him.
He shut the water off after a while, letting you melt into him for as long as you needed to. The air in the bathroom was thick, warm steam curling in the corners of the room.
“Come here,” Harry murmured, holding your towel out for you, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
You hesitated for a moment, but then you moved closer, letting him gently wrap the towel around your body. His touch was careful, tender as he pulled the fabric tight around you, tucking it securely. His fingers lingered for a second longer, grazing your bare skin as they brushed over your arms. His eyes met yours, filled with that familiar warmth, but there was something else, something quieter. Maybe regret, maybe something unsaid.
“Go on, princess,” he whispered, his voice soothing, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be taking care of you. “I’ll bring you a cuppa.”
You nodded, offering an exhausted but grateful smile before heading toward the bedroom. The weight of the day had left your body heavy, but Harry’s presence, his care, made everything seem softer, lighter somehow.
Harry stood in front of the kettle, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he waited for the water to boil. The kitchen was quiet, except for the low hum of the kettle, but his mind was anything but.
He tried to focus on the task at hand - two cups of tea, something simple. Something he could control. But his thoughts kept drifting back, slipping through the cracks he was trying to seal up. The mistakes he'd made, the moments when he’d let you down, they all crowded his mind, a slow, sinking weight in his chest.
He thought about the hurt, the missed chances to say the right thing, the times he’d let his guard down only to retreat again out of fear. He’d always been good at getting in his own way, letting his own doubts cloud the way forward. It was no different now that he had been risking his career for you. He’d wanted so badly to protect you, to keep you close without smothering you, but somewhere along the way, he’d gotten lost in his own head. And now, standing in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil, those moments felt like stones in his chest.
You deserved better. He knew that. And he wasn’t always sure he could be that person for you. You needed someone who didn’t hurt you, who didn’t let their own insecurities and mistakes get in the way.
He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to push the thoughts down, but they kept rising, unbidden. What if he wasn’t enough? What if he made another mistake, and it was one you couldn’t forgive?
The kettle clicked off, its billowing steam piercing through his thoughts, grounding him again. He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to focus. He was there, caring for you, showing you how badly he wanted to fix what he’d broken. He poured the water over the tea bags, watching the liquid swirl, darkening as it steeped.
As he waited, he thought about the look in your eyes when he wrapped the towel around you. The way you trusted him, the way you let him take care of you without question even after such a shit show of a day - a week - because of his immature insecurities.
Teas in hand, he took a deep breath, steadying himself before heading back to the bedroom. You were perched on the edge of the bed, the beginnings of a cloud of sleep hovering over you.
“Here you go,” he whispered, placing the mugs down before brushing a strand of hair from your face.
As soon as he straightened up, the towel wrapped precariously around his toned hips threatened to come loose. His hands flew to it, protecting his modesty with a sheepish grin.
A laugh bubbled out of you for the first time that day, shaking your shoulders softly as the giggles exploded out of you.
“I should have considered this scenario before getting into the shower with you,” Harry smirked, covering the soft blush of his cheeks with his free hand.
“I still have your t-shirt,” you offered, nudging your head towards your top drawer. “But I can’t help with pants.”
“Somehow a t-shirt with a loose cock feels worse than this,” Harry murmured, frowning as he glanced down at the tiny towel barely covering any of him.
You let your eyes linger on his body for a second, knowing that absolutely none of your clothes would fit his big frame. Your gaze dropped to your own t-shirt, thinking for a beat before pulling it back over your head and dropping it by your feet. “Solidarity,” you told him, not failing to notice how his breath caught at the sight of you, as if he hadn’t just run his hands over every part of your naked body.
Harry reached over you to grab your towel, turning away before pulling his own from his body, heading towards the bathroom with a little sway in his hips, as if he knew you’d be watching.
And you were. You leaned around the door frame, eyes locked on his tight ass until he was out of sight.
The weight in your chest lightened as you smiled, the domesticity healing a part of you that you didn’t know was broken.
-
You lay back against your pillows, cradling your mug in your hands. The room was dimly lit by the faint glow of the moon outside, casting soft shadows across the walls. It was quiet, save for the sound of gentle breathing, yet the silence between you and Harry felt heavy.
You shifted slightly, resting your head against Harry’s shoulder, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. You had been here before, so close, so intimate, but it felt different. There was a weight in the air, a lingering sense of uncertainty. You were clearly over the worst, both hearts mending slowly and carefully, but it still felt too raw and too heavy to be fixed so fast.
"Do you think we still have a chance?" your voice was faint, your words timid as if you didn’t actually want an answer, but the question pierced through the stillness with raw vulnerability. You screwed your eyes shut, afraid of what Harry’s answer might be, but you knew that it needed to be heard. The uncertainty was what had been hanging over your heads, both of your minds drifting to that very question in every quiet moment.
Harry’s arms slipped around your waist, pulling you closer ever so slightly, but he didn’t respond immediately. His gaze fixed on the ceiling, his jaw tightening as he thought. He had been hurt, and so had you. But the risks were far greater for him, and anything between you both, whether it was love of heartbreak, needed to be worthy of that danger.
"I don’t know," he admitted finally, his voice hoarse. "I want to believe we do. I don’t think we would be here now if there wasn’t a chance." He sighed, the sound heavy with frustration. "I don’t want to lose you. I never wanted to hurt you."
You swallowed hard, turning to face him with leftover tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
"I don’t want to lose you either," you said, your fingers tracing small patterns over his bare chest. "But I don’t know if things can go right back to how they were.”
Harry’s breath hitched, and he gently tipped your chin up so that your eyes met. There was something soft yet intense in his gaze, a quiet determination lurking beneath. "I don’t think either of us want them back to the way they were,” he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk.
You bit your lip, trying to contain the laugh that wanted to slip out. “Maybe better than before. But I don’t know if that can happen straight away,” you confessed.
Harry took your mug from your hand, reaching behind you to place it on your nightstand, before pulling you closer to his chest. Snuggled up to his side, with his arms right around you, you suddenly felt more secure in yourself and Harry’s future than you ever had.
“All we can do is try,” he whispered against your skin, his nose nudging at your cheek.
Slowly, you turned to meet his gaze, finding a softness in his face that you weren’t sure you’d ever seen before. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if even he was uncertain about his every move, but the tenderness in his expression made your breath catch. You leaned further into him, your lips ghosting across his.
Then his lips brushed yours, a sweetness in the gesture that made your heart stutter. Your eyes were locked on each others, seeking permission and acceptance, neither of you sure about how the other would react. But when neither of you made the effort to move away, or to protest, the space between you disappeared in the smallest of breaths.
Harry’s mouth moved with hesitance, as if he wasn’t sure he really had the right to be there with you, wrapping himself around you. But you kissed him back, of course you kissed him back, praying that any movements you made showed him just how much you wanted him there.
Your hand found his, your fingers lacing together as if to make your connection deeper. Neither of you pulled away, savoring the tentative closeness, letting the quiet stretch between kisses, as if testing the waters of something new and unknown.
When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested against each others, breaths mingling in the soft light. Harry’s thumb brushed across the back of your hand, his touch grounding and real.
“We’ll figure it out,” he whispered, his voice low and reassuring.
You nodded, feeling your eyelids grow heavy as your eyes trailed over his face. “Tomorrow is a new day,” you murmured, nudging your head into the space between his shoulder and his neck, breathing him in with a content smile brewing your lips.
“Tomorrow is a new day,” Harry repeated, breathing out a deep sigh of relief.
A/N- Based on my interpretation of Cameras by Drake. I know you guys want Stages of grief but guys your girl is getting some alright! I'm happy right now let me be sad cause I'm dating a man afterall he's bound to do something and then I will update stages of grief<3
Warning- Smut babyyyyy, Cheating, Manipulation, Paparazzi, Fake Dating?, Toxic Harry and Oc, Choking, Hate fucking, just me being a menace tbh, ANGST, Enimes to lovers? they never get there tbh, oh and death, depression, abuse
Masterlist
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We've been living on the high, they've been talking on a low
But it's cool, know you heard it all before
Whispers were common for Harry. After all, that's what made him what he is today, famous.
The whispers paid his bills. All his luxury life was because of those whispers.
So he wraped his hand around her waist a little to close for coworkers or friends and definitely too close for someone he hated, but whispers grew louder, so did the camera shutters, and so did his pay.
Got you angry about this girl I'm with in all them magazines
Another plate went crashing against the wall just past Harry's head. He flinched and screamed.
"Are you fucking crazy!"
"Yes I am!" Ellie screams as she searches for another thing to throw at him, "You make me fucking crazy!" She screams and throws the magazine at him.
It hits him at the head, and that only makes his anger grow. He looked down and saw her smug face looking back at him like she was happy watching two of them fight, the satisfaction she was having from his misery.
Oh, how she got on his nerves even without being there.
"You're with her on everywhere! Magazines, social media, Twitter fucking everywhere. Everyone's talking about you two!" Ellie screams in anger, bringing the same topic of their fight for the millionth time.
It look like we in love, but only on camera
Only on camera, only on camera
"Ellie, you know it's only for the promotions! We need to have to spread the rumor to gain an audience! People love drama so we have to give them that!" Harry said, which was more like scream. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt headache growing.
"But for how long?" Ellie screamed. The only emotions she felt at this point were anger just anger, no tears, no sadness, no betrayal, just anger.
"I don't fucking know okay! Stop acting like a child and grow the fuck up!" He screamed again at her but louder making Ellie flinch which he noticed and he did feel bad.
See the problem was Harry didn't love Ellie, he care about her and she was a good fuck but he didn't love her but that care made him walk forward with a soft demour and kiss her softly.
"I hate her guts, Ellie. I have nothing with her. Whatever, it is just on camera. " He said, "If you want, you can check my phone"
"Yeah, I want to" Ellie said, sighing as she felt a bit lighter. Harry took his phone out of the jacket and gave it to her. Ellie went through his phone every corner of his phone she looked at, and that's only she felt relieved. There was nothing suspicious, and that made her feel embarrassed and sad about her overreacting.
"I'm so sorry, babe" Ellie said and hugged him. Harry hugged her back and chuckled mockingly
"It's alright Ellie" He said, "She's fucking crazy anyway" He said as he felt the burner phone vibrate in his back pocket.
Baby she looks like a star but only on camera
Only on camera, only on camera
Amyra was the talk of the town and has been since her birth.
Born to famous director dad and more famous actress mom she was the it girl since childhood.
She was pretty with her long red hair and sluttry brown eyes. She didn't have any extraordinary features, but that's what made her different. She was like any other person, but at the same time, she was not. She was Amyra Stockly, and she owned that.
No wonder she got Harry in her claws.
It's hard to stay away
You keep on calling me
Harry loved whispers no matter if it's from the paps or people gossiping about him when he passes by them or if it's from her tangled between the sheets.
"Yeah you fucking like that don't you?" He whispered in her ear and bit on it.
"No I fucking don't you forgot your today's dose of viagra or what?" She said laughing trying to rile Harry up which worked as he paused and groaned.
Harry grabbed her neck and pushed her face down into the pillow, making her lay on the bed on her stomach he pulled out of her immediately and then pushed in one go, making her moan into the pillow. He increased his pace, putting all his energy and thoughts in it.
"I don't even fucking know why I come back" He said in between breaths, "Cause you love my pussy, fucking pussy whipped" She said chuckling.
Harry gave her a particular harsh thrust making her moan louder than he has ever heard and he didn't know how in her green lively world he became harder still inside her.
"You like that baby? Pretty little Raya likes to be fucked like slut" He whispered in her ears as his fingers slid from her stomach to between her legs and he started rubbing her clit.
"She does but pretty little Harold seems to have forgotten about my clit it's on the fucking left" She says with gasping breaths. Harry feels embarrassment for a second but then goes back in with double encouragement and starts rubbing her clit faster.
She was so close so close to her eternal bliss when Harry's phone went off. She picked it up and as soon as she saw Ellie's name she threw it across the room making it shatter into pieces and all Harry did was chuckle cause it wasn't the first time it happened and certainly wasn't last.
Harry pushed on her back, making her arch more and started thrusting deeper, she screams on the top of her lungs as she squirted all over the bedsheets.
"Holy fuck" He said in disbelieve, the sight pushed him to his own high and he came all inside her filling her up to the brim.
Harry fell on the bed beside her, both heaving like animals. After a few minutes, she stood up and put on her slik robe and walked towards the windowsill and sat down lighting the cigarette.
The sight was somewhat what you would see in those Renaissance paintings, her robe slipping from her shoulder, the cigarette smoking mixing with the sunlight that fell just right on her hair making her look like all the sins and virtue combined in the heaven and the hell.
She was Harry's personal heaven in hell.
For a moment, Harry could've even said that he loved her, but he wouldn't. There was only one thing he could love that was money as much as the temptress she was. Nothing was worse than those green papers.
So, he stood up, got dressed, and walked out of the room like he cared so less about her. He walked out like he got the thing he wanted and couldn't have cared less.
But that wasn't true, was it? They both knew it just didn't want to acknowledge it.
So he left his temptress, his only sunshine in darkness on the windowsill with sin on her fingers and lips.
How you mean, how you mean, what you know about the team
You just know what you get told girl I see behind the scene
Harry didn't mean to peek, but when he heard shouting coming out of the trailer, he couldn't help himself.
The door was slightly ajar, but it was enough for him to look inside and watch her with a very angry look on her face, fighting with her manager still in set clothes.
"I can't do this shit anymore," She shouted, "I'm quitting. I can't do this movie, this spotlight, this fucking everything!" She shouted and this was the first time Harry saw her vulnerable. The raw expression on her face was much different from what she shows on the movie it was real, it was her.
"Why now? You've been in this since you were a newborn. Why now?" The manger asked her, "You can't do this cause you're tired or you are in love with your boytoy?" He asked, smirking.
She kept looking up at him with anger but now with slight hesitation. Robert laughed full of mokery and shook his head.
"Nothing to laugh about. I want out, and that's it." She put her foot down. Robert took a step forward and gribbed the back of her head, taking a chunk of her hair in her hand and making her wince.
Harry's hand formed a fist, but he refrained himself from intervening.
"I make rules here not you and you will do as I say or little kid wants this to get to her mom so, I will do that" He says with a evil smile when she doesn't say anything else he lets her go.
"That's what I thought."
Harry got out of the way before Robert could see him. As soon as he was out of the trailer, he went inside. Why? he didn't know he just wanted to.
He didn't know what he thought he would see, maybe her crying, sobbing on floor or breaking down whole trailer in anger shouting at everyonea anything expect her standing in front of the mirror flixing her hair like nothing happened.
He walked in slowly.
She looked at him.
He walked towards her and stood there looking into her honeycomb like mirage eyes and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug.
He felt her for the first time. He felt her rigid heart of stone melt into a puddle, and so he held her tighter, and for some reason, he never wanted to let her go.
He hoped she thought the same.
She spilled whisky on her shirt, she gon' have to get it cleaned
She been going way too hard, someone has to intervene
It was her birthday party, and since movie had wrapped up shooting there was a combined party.
And Harry did the stupidest thing he could.
His mind was a mess after that day, it felt like everything between them changed. Even their sex somehow felt....softer.
How a hug could change everything?
So, he took Ellie to the party and he regretted it as soon as he said it to her.
The cameras, the paps, everyone asking the same question, who is she, and the answer he gave was lound and clear, "Oh she's my friend."
She didn't seem to have taken it well though.
Harry saw her wandering eye falling on him, looking him up and down with the same hunger as always and then Ellie came in and pulled him into a kiss.
Amd then she was gone.
The person who's birthday party it was gone and no one cared. He was certain that if someone else would have cut her cake they wouldn't have cared.
But she came to cut the cake, drunk so, drunk and probably high also. She was stumbling, giggling it, it was endering to watch and concering also.
She cut the cake with Harry beside her playing the "supportive boyfriend" for media. She didn't feed him the piece, but to her other costar, Shelly. She doesn't even know Shelly! Harry was pissed to say the least, so while the cake got distributed, he decided to talk to her, but again, she vanished in thin air.
Harry for the whole night kept searching for her his eyes wandering to find her which annoyed Ellie a lot but she kept her cool and tried to pull him into a small kiss only for him to push Ellie away.
"What the fuck to you actually want?" Ellie asked him just for Harry to give her a eye roll.
"Not here, go back to your house we will talk there" He said to her before taking off to look for her.
Harry searched the whole house, every nook and corner from first floor to the last one the place left was the last bathroom on the top floor and he really hoped he would find her there.
He did find her sitting in the bathtub. Her heels were on the floor, her dress bunched up with whiskey stain on them, her makeup running down her cheeks all messy, yet she looked like something poet would write poems about.
If Harry wasn't so sure he would've said she just fucked someone but he saw her, he felt her cause he was feeling it too.
"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked. It was so stupid, but he wanted to know, and he also didn't know how to talk to her.
Her red eyes fell on him, and again Harry was amazed how intoxicating she was, how her single glance gave Harry so much relief like thirsty person in dessert just got his thirst quenched.
"You look handsome" She said with a small smile. He was in a sage green satin shirt with a dark blue suit accidentally matching with her green dress, which was for once was not planned.
"Not answer of my question." He said back and walked towards her and got into the tub in front of her.
"I don't need to answer anything to you" she said, taking a swing of champagne bottle he just noticed in her hand.
"You do. Why.are.you.ignoring.me?" He said through gritted teeth pushing his face closer to hers.
She looked up and Harry saw, he saw the same vulnerability he saw few weeks ago, he saw her, "You came with her" She said in a soft voice and Harry's whole body melted into a puddle. How could a person whose heart is made of stone could be melted by other person with the same heart. Maybe she broke him, rocks break rocks, and ignited fire that Harry feels every time he's near her.
"y-yes, she's my girlfriend" He said so unsure he cringed himself which she caught and smiled showing off her left side dimple.
"You love her?" She asked after some time. He didn't know who she was talking about, and he wanted to ask if it was Ellie or her, but how could he love anyone other than himself? Was he even capable of it? Maybe he was, but a scared broken man could have never loved right.
"Doesn't matter" He replied back, and her smile fell into a sad one. She took a deep breath and fell back, resting her back against the cold tiled floor.
"You're right it doesn't matter." She whispered, drinking again and everything went silent. "You know Harry I can have anything I want." She spoke after some time.
"Yeah I know you're filthy rich eveyone knows that" He said scoffing.
"Yet I can't have one thing I want and it's so annoying. Cause I always get what I want I'm Amyra Stockly and I can't" She said through a chuckle and scoff. He didn't know how to comfort her. He didn't know why he wanted to comfort her. He hated her but maybe that was it, he hated her.
"What do you want Raya?" He asked into a soft voice. She looked at him, so deep he thought she could see his soul, his heart beating so fast it could power a city lighting up her name.
"Really like that nickname. First one I ever got to be honest" She said, "If you don't consider slut to be a nickname"
"Why are you dodging all of my questions?" Harry asked feeling annoyed by her nonchalant behavior.
"It's called good media training kinda get used to it when you have been doing it for so long" She said with a smirk and he knew she was just edging him to snap but that wasn't gonna happen that day.
"Forget that tell me what you got me for present? It's my birthday, after all, or did you think you would get away with birthday sex?" She said with a playful tone.
"No I brought you something" Harry said with a smile, he worked for a month straight on her gift, the one she knew she would love but as he searched and felt nothing in his pockets he was reminded that it was in Ellie's purse, "Shit I forgot it at home I promise I will give it to you"
"You better, I will be waiting" She said taking a swing of drink again.
He just hummed and watched her. Everyone knew she was gorgeous, the red hair, brown eyes with slight freckles on her nose she was like some Goddess sent on earth.
The light bouncing from the mirror in front of tub bounced and fell softly on her side. Harry scooted closer to her and tucked her messy strand of hair behind her ear, it was missing earring which made him smile.
He looked at her and pulled her in a kiss, it was soft like sleeping a bed of clouds, he didn't know what shit feeling butterflies was like until that moment. The kiss left both of them breathless, her lips glistening and swollen made him love all over again.
"If it was your last night how would you spend it?" She whispered to him, her eyes not leaving his and he wished he could have seen it but he couldn't.
"I would spend it with someone I love" He whispered back, his fingers brushing her hair making her hum in contentment.
The moment soon was destroyed as his phone rang and he saw Ellie's name pop up on the screen, made him so angry he wanted to throw his phone across the room but he took a deep breath and picked it up.
"I don't want to waste much of you time just want to give you back her gift sonce it's her birthday and all. I'm the parking" She said as soon as he picked up the call.
"I will be there in 5" He replied and started to get up when she gripped his hand.
"Stay" She said.
"What?" He asked in confusion.
"Stay just for tonight. Don't go to her" She whispered so softly he could've missed it but he didn't know how he could when she was all he could see.
"What are you-"
"Stay here with me in this bathroom for one night. Just you and me" She cut him off. The look in her eyes was something he could never forget. Even in darkness, her eyes shined like sunlight peeking through the holes of a dark room, and maybe that's somewhat what Harry saw her as.
She burned for her whole life but shined into everyone elses. So, he walked towards that door and this time he didn't leave his temptress but he locked the door and walked back to her. He gave into her, and she pulled him into her like they were made of the same starlight.
Somewhere during the night of their deep conversation and laughs, Harry fell asleep. The cool and hard tile made his back hurt. He got up, groaning in pain, and with a raging headache. He looked around, trying to find her asleep beside him, but she wasn't there.
He walked towards the door and saw the reflection of himself in the mirror, lipstick stain littering on his cheeks and neck, he smiled as he remembered her kissing all of him but it was so innocent he felt like a teenager in love.
Baby she look like a star, but only on camera
Only on camera, only on camera
Many times, life has taken an unexpected turn for Harry, but this was something that made his head spin.
Amyra Stockly found dead in her bathrub was not the news he ever expected to hear. That was the first time in his life he cried since he was a baby.
He was a mess. He didn't do any press tour or got out of his house until one day, when he found the wrapped up gift.
He never had the courage to go to her grave, he was at her funeral but he ran away from there also, how could he see the eyes that he saw the whole universe in be closed forever?
It was a cruel joke on his life.
First time he fell in love and universe took it away from him.
They took her.
So, he collected all of his courage and walked up to her grave, which, just like her, was beautiful, flowers surrounded her grave from fans and whatever friends and family she had.
He sat down not even caring about getting his clothes dirty it was last of his concerns, he fished his pocket for the thing he came for.
"I know you're still waiting. Even dead you are stubborn showing up in my dreams and sometimes in front of my eyes giving me false hope of you being here with me still" He said with a chuckle.
"I got a tattoo for you" He said, touching the lipstick marks made on his neck, "I know your narcissistic ass is loving it" Harry laughed now seeing blurry due to tears filling his eyes.
He took out the envelope from his pocket and duct taped it to her grave cause hell he was not letting it go anywhere but her, the song he wrote for her and for her only.
He hid it under the flowers so it could stay like that for a while, as he was hiding it he saw a picture of him and her. It was only genuine photo of them where the smiles where real on both of their faces and it made all his patience crumble.
"Wish you were still here" He said through sobs. His broken voice was interrupted with a loud thunder and then rain.
Summary: Harry is dragged to private ice skating lessons by his very controlling girlfriend Maisy. After their first lesson, Harry finds himself mesmerized by Y/N practicing after their lesson. An awkward first encounter turning into a sappy love story? Wilder things have happened.
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a/n: welcome to my first series! i'm not sure how many parts I want this to be, however, I am so so so excited that I am finally doing this! i've had this idea for awhile but i'm excited to write this! lets hope you all hold me accountable! hehe
warnings: nothing? maybe a swear or two?
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"Maisy, I forgot my water bottle. One sec." Harry cuts himself off as he watches a girl skate around to one of his songs.
'Who is this girl?' Harry thought to himself, watching the girl spin in the air and land so gracefully.
Y/N abruptly halts herself as she sees someone watching her from the stands. "Sorry this is a closed rehearsal." She says skating herself closer, slowing herself down as she recognizes the boy watching her.
"HARRY! LETS GO!" Maisy yells from the arena entrance.
He shakes his head as if breaking from a trance.
"Sorry about that, maybe next time I'll have a chance to view. See you around Ms.-"
"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N"
He smiles. "Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry. See you around."
You walked into the arena, skates over your shoulder, gym bag on the other one and you made your way to the locker room to get dressed for your rehearsal for regionals.
You prided yourself on being self-coached. It wasn't something most skaters did as it didn't get them opportunities like competing but you had made a name for yourself through social media and had an agent that signed you up and got you invites for competitions. Regionals is around the corner and you were nervous as usual but today was just a run through of your routine a few times, as well as get your content for the upcoming weekend.
"Yes, Maisy! Harry, keep marching in place! You look great!"
Harry rolled his eyes as he was marching with his arms out as his girlfriend broke out a huge smile at the instructor.
"Come on, is this really all we're going to do? I know the basics already, sir." Harry protested as he continued to move his arms in circles.
"Babe, don't start. Sorry, Mr. Cavalier, I don't know why he's acting this way." Maisy bats her eyes and Harry rolls his once again.
"Not a problem, Miss Willis. I know the basics are tedious but there apart of the lesson plan we have agreed upon and unfortunately, I can't skip steps."
The clock hits 3 o'clock. Lesson over.
You walked up to the stands near the exit and start getting your skates on, watching the couple on the ice skating over to the carpeted exit.
"Thanks again, Mr. Cavalier!" Maisy winked. "Please, call me Mark." He cups the small of her back and you roll your eyes. Mark was flirty sure, but, in front of this girls boyfriend? Come on.
"Yeah, Mark. See you next week." Harry spat and Mark pulled his arm away right away.
You watched them walk off the ice and took your opportunity to take to the carpet to get yourself ready to go. You had the remote that controlled the music in your hands and pressed play. 'She' by Harry Styles was your song for regionals. You knew the judges were a younger group this round and if you didn't take home first place, at least you'd go home with people's choice.
You started your routine and shut your focus on the surrounding sounds off. Your mind stuck to the ice, your footwork and the natural glide of your body on the ice.
"Maisy, I forgot my water bottle. One sec." Harry cuts himself off as he watches a girl skate around to one of his songs.
'Who is this girl?' Harry thought to himself, watching the girl spin in the air and land so gracefully.
Y/N abruptly halts herself as she sees someone watching her from the stands. "Sorry this is a closed rehearsal." She says skating herself closer, slowing herself down as she recognizes the boy watching her.
"HARRY! LETS GO!" Maisy yells from the arena entrance.
He shakes his head as if breaking from a trance.
"Sorry about that, maybe next time I'll have a chance to view. See you around Ms.-"
"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N"
He smiles. "Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry. See you around."
He walks off and leaves you with a red flush on your face. You go back to your routine and Harry takes one more look over at you, a small smile forming as you turn and move so perfectly.
"Damn." He says to himself.
"HARRY LETS GO! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR DINNER!"
Harry turns back around to his very, very impatient girlfriend and leave the arena with Maisy talking nonsense to him as he follows behind, his mind stuck on the skater he's just met. He's never been so mesmerized before, especially by someone who he'd only had a 2 minute interaction with.
"HARRY."
He shakes his head. "Yeah, Mais?"
"Pay attention, we've got a big dinner tonight! My parents are expecting us to show up and show out. Got it?" She looks down at her phone, ticking away with those long acrylic nails she always has.
Harry hates those nails.
As he turns to look out the window, his mind wanders back to Y/N. He smiles to himself as he watches the road fly by.
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"Y/N, darling. That's exquisite!" Your agent, Liza came up to the carpet and you skated over to her as she continued your praises.
"Now, you're obligated to be at an event tonight. You'll meet the donors for this competition and I expect you to be dressed and address these people well. I know you won't disappoint me, you never do." She pats your arm and you nod agreeing with her.
"Yes of course, I will be on my best behaviour." You flash a smile.
"Good girl. I'll see you tonight. Don't skate too long now." She winks and walks off, leaving you to skate around for awhile longer.
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You adjust your dress as you exit the town car, staring at the entrance to the gala. Swallowing the lump in your throat to avoid any voice cracks, you take a deep breath and make your way inside.
Immediately you're greeted at the entrance, everyone congratulating you on qualifying for regionals. You nod and give your thanks but quickly rush yourself out of there. You weren't the social type and any event like this you were ready to go as fast as you arrived.
"Hey, Y/N!" Another skater waves you down and you start to walk over to them, but not before bumping into someone as you get distracted by another person calling you over.
"HEY! WATCH IT!" A high pitched voice squeals. You whip yourself around and see it's the same girl from the skating rink.
"I'm so so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" She holds her hand out to you. "Just watch yourself next time, weirdo." She turns back to the guy she's with and hooks arms with him again. He turns his head and you catch his gaze.
"Y/N?" he smiles. The girl looks up at Harry and gives him furrowed brows, gripping his arm more. "You KNOW this girl?" She spits. You rub your arm, feeling the anxiety grow.
"Yeah babe, she skates at the same arena we take lessons at. She was doing a routine to one of my songs." He warmly smiles at you and you feel your cheeks growing warmer.
"Hmm. That's nice I guess" She says, eyeing you up and down.
"I-I should go, my friends are waiting." You turn and you feel Harry's gaze piercing into your back.
"Enjoy your night, Y/N." He says as you fast walk away from the two. Maisy slaps Harry's arm and he rubs his arm in pain. "What was that for, Mais?"
"Keep your eyes on me, Harry. You're mine."
He rolls his eyes. "I'm not property, Maisy." He brushes her arm off and walks to their table. Maisy stares at him, fists clenched, grumbling behind him to the table.
"Hey, Y/N! Ignore her, that's Maisy Willis. Her dad is some big shot donor but she's a total nepotism princess."
You just shrugged and took a sip of your water.
"Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for being here tonight to celebrate the qualifiers, their coaches, and sponsors. It's going to be a wonderful evening ahead."
You sighed softly.
Only 4 more hours to go.
As more and more suited up men and well dressed women came up to make meaningless speeches, you felt yourself start to get antsy.
"I'm gonna go to the bar and grab a drink, want anything?" You ask your seat mate. "Whatever you're having, thanks." You nod and get up to go to the bar.
"And speaking of incredible qualifiers, there's one standing now! Miss Y/N Y/L/N! One of the best in the country!"
The spotlight hits your face and you squint in surprise but flash a shy smile as the audience cheers and claps for you. You just wave and hope the attention will move from you as soon as possible.
"Miss Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to have you here tonight."
You nod and mouth a thank you as the speaker changes his subject again. You breathe out heavily as you had been holding your breath the whole time out of fear. This was not your scene and that definitely warranted you a drink or eight.
"Two Somersby's please." You say as you approach the bar.
"Make it three." A voice behind you cuts in. You turn and it's Harry once again, this time unaccompanied.
"Soooo, best in the country, huh?" He smirks.
You rub your arm. "One of the best I suppose... but I don't see myself that way. I can always improve." You turn to face the crowd, Harry coming up to you, leaning on the bar. "From what I saw, you were pretty."
Your eyes widened and he coughed. "Perfect. Pretty perfect. You know your, your technique." He rubs the back of his head and you were convinced your face was red.
"T-thanks." You say shyly.
"Three Somersby's, Mr. Styles." He grabs his and shot you a wink.
"See you next week, Ms. Y/L/N"
"Next week?" You ask confused.
"My lessons with Maisy. Hope I run into you again." He smiles and raises his glass. "Cheers."
As he walks away you feel like your hearts falling into your stomach.
This is going to be a weird season.
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woop woop TIME FOR A FULL ON SERIES KIDDOS!
I'm so excited about this!!
next part will be out soon!<3 (and will be longer :D)
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
He mostly acts physically. He'll hold onto you, hug you, kiss you, and generally just always be touching you. He also likes to tell you how glad he is that he met you. It usually starts off not intense at all, but he will eventually start holding you tighter, repeating the same reasons he loves you. If he ends up hurting you from this though, and you tell him, he'll lay off for a small period of time.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
He shows most of himself to his darling, he doesn't quite get why he would need to hide any of this, it just seems like a normal progression to him. His darling would be able to know almost everything about him, and he would kind of expect the same from them.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
This was mostly brought about by his childhood. Growing up with nobody around made him crave to be around another troll, or even a human, as the case may be, even if you aren't half as grateful for the situation as he is.
Note ;; this is super self indulgent lol, also I’m projecting onto Nep and i’m pulling some traits from my irls and placing them onto the characters mentioned. If it seems ooc it’s cause it most likely is. Also not much fall for the first part but whateva
>> Nepeta // Equius // Gamzee
> Nepeta and Equius first met during fall, their first days of school, and always subconsciously made it a thing to walk to school together on the first day.
> Equius saw her running towards the bus stop and just . stared. She slipped and tripped and he asked if she was alright.
> It was obvious she wasn’t but he didn’t want to pry too much. After all, it was just some random girl he probably wouldn’t remember after today.
> They ended up being best friends. She sat beside him in every class and despite thinking he wouldn’t like her, he actually found his company really nice.
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> Nepeta and Equius wait for the bus together and Nepeta runs around trying to catch the falling leaves.
> if theres a huge pile of leaves, Equius has to restrain her from jumping in and making a mess.
> Equius appreciates fall, but he likes to sit and just bask in his surroundings.
> He counts the seconds, and then minutes as to when the bus will come by.
> Like, “57. 58. 59. 60. 1, 1. 1, 2. 1, 3.”
> But he’s just silently muttering the entire time.
> I think that kinda made the kids not wait for the bus at the bus stop Nepeta and Equius wait at.
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> Okay this is kinda random, but Gamzee, Nepeta and Equius are really good friends.
> Gamzee and Nepeta hang around and Gamzee likes to paint Nep’s face each time he goes over.
> Equius goes too, but mostly to make sure Nep does her homework before goofing around.
> Gamzee is never seen doing any schoolwork, but he’s passing his classes. This causes Nep to skip out on her homework. Which is why Equius goes over as well.
> Surprisingly, she gets her work done. After that the two are usually watching horror movies and eating whatever Nepeta’s parent made that day. (Gamzee is very appreciative of Nepeta’s parent) not in a weird way he’s just rlly grateful that her parent lets the two hang around)
> Nepeta and Gamzee have their own sort of tradition as well actually. Gamzee brings her a red leaf every fall and she freaks out over it each time. What she doesn’t know though, is that he actually has a tree that turns red every fall. So he picks the first leaf that bears any resemblance to red and gives it to her every fall.
> She thinks he just gets lucky enough every year to find the first red leaf of fall. It’s one of his miracles after all. ;o)
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That’s it for now. I’m super tired lol
Lemme know if anyone likes it. I don’t have many followers and idek how tumblr works, but hopefully this does a few numbers ???
