Hey bee! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is in 1D and she gets in a water fight with Liam and Louis and one of them accidentally throws a security guards hot coffee on her?
A/N: Thank you for the request! Idk if this is what you were hoping for but it was super fun to write. I did it quickly, so hopefully it's good and hopefully you enjoy it.
Warnings: Some explicit language, water fights, thrown beverages
"I don' think I wanna be a par' of this…"
"Don' ya dare bail on me now." You whisper through gritted teeth, giving Zayn as intimidating of a scowl as you possibly can. "They soaked me on stage. I need payback. And I need your help to do it."
Your friend and fellow bandmate rolls his eyes, followed by a quick shake of his head, crouching down behind the racks of clothes in the boys' dressing room.
Footsteps become audible, and you begin to settle into your spot, readying yourself for the plan you are determined to execute.
You can make out the mumbles of both Louis and Liam, the ones who you hope will think twice about including you, unwillingly, in their onstage water fights.
You jump up, being met with wide eyes and shocked expressions as a sarcastically evil expression pops through your facial features.
"This is for last night!" You shout, chucking half a bottle of water towards each boy, watching as their shock grows even more.
"You lil shit!" Louis yelps, squinting his eyes to avoid the water irritating them, but also to glare in your direction.
"Karma is a bitch, Tommo."
"Well, so am I!" He exclaims, swiveling around to the nearby table and grabbing the closest water bottle he can get his hands on.
"No, no, no. M'sorry." You immediately state, holding your palms out in surrender as he stalks towards you. "C'mon Louis… ya don' really wanna do this…"
His crooked smile does nothing to ease your worry as you watch Liam begin to grab his own ammunition and join your other mate.
"Payno… boys… le's talk about this, yeah? We…" As you prepare to embarrass yourself by begging them to stop, your calves hit against the edge of the couch, causing your body to fling down onto the cushions. "We… can work something out!"
Liam makes it shoulder to shoulder with Louis, standing right in front of you.
"Don' ya dar-"
Suddenly, the splash of cold water washes over your hair and streams down your face, causing you to squeal in discomfort and the boys to cackle with triumph.
"I can' believe you two idiots!" You exclaim, immediately standing up, pushing past them, and grabbing a couple of bottles for yourself. You stand on the opposite side of them, a small table being the only thing separating you from your opponents. The three of you glare into each other's eyes, all fidgeting with the plastic in your hands. "This is war."
"Bring it on." Liam replies, eyebrows raised with anticipation of your reaction to his threat.
"Le' me leave first!" Zayn pleads, rushing to safety within the doorframe.
"Hello, lovers! What's-" Niall stops next to Zayn and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. "What's… goin'… on…"
"Payback." You quickly state, flickering your gaze to him for only a split second, instantly returning it to the ones across from you.
"Jesus Christ…" He replies. "This'll be fun to watch."
"What will?" You hear Harry ask, not daring to turn his way in fear of the battle beginning while you're not looking.
"Everyone shut up!" Louis shouts, squatting down slightly in preparation.
You take a deep breath and suddenly the sound of the plastic bottles being crushed fills the air. The feeling of water running down your back giving you chills, but your feet swiftly moving around the room helping you to get in some shots of your own
Bottle after bottle is being swiped from the table as the insults and liquid go flying.
"What the hell is going on here?" Someone yells from the doorway, grabbing half of the attention of each of you as you continue to dodge Liam and Louis' attacks.
Your eyes manage to catch a glimpse of John, one of the band's security guards, bolting into the room, quickly placing a cup on the coffee table and maneuvering to grab a hold of whoever he can catch first.
Liam is the first to be stopped, with John pushing him towards the direction of the innocent bystanders.
"Jus' you and me, darling!" Louis proclaims, a mischievous laugh following the comment dripping with sass.
"Don' call me darling, you wanker!" You shout back, running to grab yet another bottle.
You quickly rush past him, spilling about half of the bottle down the back of his shirt, and as he yelps out, you see him twist his way out of John's reach and grab more ammunition from the smaller table.
Louis lunges towards you, throwing his hand out in an attack, and as the liquid hits your arm, a heat penetrates through your jumper.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You scream, grabbing your wounded limb and flopping to the ground.
"Oh don' play victim, love." Louis quips, turning around and displaying an abundance of regret as you begin to wince at the pain. "YN?"
All five boys turn to you, immediately rushing over to your side, and you see John hurry out through the door with his walkie-talkie pressed up against his mouth.
"Bloody hell, Tommo! What did you do?" Liam asks, kneeling down beside you with a hand gently placed on your back.
"I just… I didn't…" He stutters, looking at the ground and bending down to reveal the cup John had put down, before his attempt to end the water fight. It is empty of whatever beverage it had contained and all eyes turn to your jumper, a stain appearing of what smells like coffee. "Shit! YN! M'so sorry!"
"Ge' your jumper off." Harry states, his eyes full of concern as he stares at the spot you're grabbing onto.
"What?"
"So it doesn' injure you more." He replies, nodding down as if to encourage you to grab the hem.
"Umm… m'only wear-... wearin' a bra underneath…" You utter, watching as the expression of each boy turns into one of awkward uncertainty. They've seen you in that predicament before, but usually during a quick change. The close proximity now makes this situation a bit too intimate for everyone's comfort level.
"Hold on." Liam states, jumping up and striding over to the closest rack of clothes, swiping the first t-shirt he sees, and making his way back to you. He tosses it over, and each boy twists around in a slightly different direction while you remove your wet top and immediately replace it with the clean, dry one.
"Alright." You mumble, watching as the five of them turn back to you.
Louis glances over your attire and you look down to see that the article of clothing now on your body is actually his. Ironic.
"Serves me right I s'pose." He chuckles under his breath. "YN, m'really sorry."
"S'alright." You quietly respond, dropping your gaze to the floor, displaying sadness, pain, and a mild amount of embarrassment.
"Come 'ere." He states, his arms stretched towards you to offer an embrace. You scoot on your knees, inching a little closer to him, and wrap one arm around him. He gives you a little squeeze, and as he pulls back, you bring your other arm around him, causing him to lean back in to prolong the hug.
"Guess we were both right." You utter in his ear, keeping a hold on your bandmate.
"Bout what?"
The hand you last reached around him lifts over his head and turns down, pouring the contents of a bottle you had been hiding at your side, waiting for the right moment to exact your revenge.
"Karma is a bitch." You laugh, letting go and pulling back to see him frantically wipe the water from his face. "And so are you."
Eeeeek! It makes me so happy when someone misses and asks about EWTNC Harry and Stylist YN! I love them so much! So here's a little update.
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Photo credits to the owners.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY
Harry hears the bedroom door creak open, keeping his eyes closed and pretending to still be asleep. He can hear the giggles getting closer, and feels the bed shift as two little bodies try to subtly crawl up on top.
"Quietly, okay?" You whisper. "One... two... th-"
"Happy Birthday, Daddy!"
"Hap Bir-day, Daddy!"
Harry pops up in the bed, and turns over to see Winnie grinning, Milo picking at a booger, and you holding a cup of tea, and placing it on the bedside table next to him.
"My goodness! Thank you, my loves!" He exclaims. He grabs both of his children into his arms and tackles them on the bed, causing a burst of laughter.
"Ah! Daddy! No!" Winnie exclaims, her eyes squeezed shut and her smile stretching across her face.
You can't help but feel your chest fill with warmth as you watch them all interact. Doesn't matter what they're doing, if it's together, you always feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy.
"Alright you three, time to get up."
"No…" Harry whines, quickly matched by the children.
"Okay, I guess I'll just head to the kitchen and eat all of the delicious birthday breakfast by myself then." You state, slowly turning around as you pretend that your intention is to walk away.
"Oh no you don't!" You hear behind you, as you feel Harry grasp your wrist, twisting you around and pulling you onto the bed. Winnie and Milo quickly pounce, using their little fingers and giving their best efforts to tickle your sides. You glance over to Harry, being met with a look of pure admiration, and he gives you a sweet smile.
"You win! I surrender!" You throw up your hands and they maneuver off you, giggling at their victory. "How about we have that breakfast now."
Winnie and Milo hop off the bed, and you watch as they shuffle out of the room. You turn back to Harry, who still has that same beautiful look on his face, and you sit up on top of the sheets.
"Happy Birthday, Rockstar." You reach your hand up to his cheek and lean in for a kiss. "Who would have thought that the boy in bandanas would be a husband and dad at twenty-nine! Feel old yet?"
"No, just lucky."
A blush forms on your cheeks and you still don't understand how he can manage to do that to you, after over eight years of being with him.
"Alright, you sap, let's get out of bed before they make a mess."
You grab his hand to pull him up off the bed, but he lets out a low growl, pulling you back down and shifting his body to hover over you.
His short curls fall into his face, his necklaces hang down in front of you, and his lips meet your neck. That same spot that he knows so well.
"Maybe later we can get back into bed and make a mess of our own."
"You need to-" You take a quick breath, as he seems to have taken it out of you. "You need to focus. You've got a show to put on tonight."
"Oh, I can definitely give you a show."
"Harry!" You exclaim with a chuckle, weakly attempting to push him off of you, though not much of your strength is put behind your effort.
"It's my birthday…" He replies, lowering his entire body onto yours, and you wish you could give him exactly wants. And, frankly, what he deserves. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer for a deep, passionate, and lustful kiss, causing him to let out that low growl once again.
One of his hands squeezes your hip, pressing his own into you, and you let out a quiet moan. At this point, you don't care how the kitchen looks, you just want to look at him, like this.
However, you both pull apart as soon as you hear a little yelp from Milo and Winnie instantly telling him that she is sorry. You sigh, feeling the heat between your legs and the bulge between Harry's. He gives you one last, quick kiss and then moves off of you.
You scoot off of the bed and swiftly turn around, meeting his gaze, showing that he hadn't taken his eyes off of you.
"To be continued." You quietly tease, and his eyes widen along with a grin.
"Well, Happy Birthday to me!"
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"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"You don't like it?" He dramatically hits his palm against his chest as his mouth drops open, knowing full well that you love his outfit, considering the way your eyes are traveling up and down his body. "Winnie helped pick it out. I think she's following in her mummy's footsteps."
"Mhm." You hum, still running your gaze all over his body, focusing on his bare, toned, tattooed chest, that you wish you could lick all over.
"Sunshine, I've worn stuff like this before…" Harry chuckles, stepping forward and placing his hands on your hips.
"I know. There's just something about it tonight…" You reply, letting out a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding. Even after all of this time, after the thousands of outfits you've seen him in, and styled him in, he still somehow manages to take your breath away. You look up to him, placing your hands on his chest and running them down his smooth skin. "But… I have to say… I do prefer you in your birthday suit."
"Fucking hell, YN." He whimpers, leaning down to take your bottom lip between his teeth. "Already ripped one pair of pants on stage… I'm not 'bout to go out there with m'dick standing straight out!"
"Right… it's a family show…" You smirk, leaning up to place a kiss on his earlobe. "But it won't be tonight."
"Oh my god." He mumbles under his breath.
"Daddy! Daddy!" You suddenly hear Winnie's little voice coming from the hallway and Harry gives you a quick kiss on the lips before stepping back and swiftly adjusting himself. Then he looks over and gives you a smile with so many meanings. Lust, adoration, maybe a little disappointment, but also happiness in its purest form.
"I love you, Sunshine." He utters.
"I love you too, Rockstar."
Winnie comes through the doorway, rushing over to the two of you, with Milo trying to keep up behind her. "Look what Milo found for you!"
Milo moves in front of his sister, with his hands in front of him, holding the blue balloon that the two of you clearly spotted as soon as he walked in.
"This is for me, Bub?" Harry asks, kneeling down to his son, who hands him the string.
"Ba-woon, Daddy!"
"It's for your birthday!" Winnie squeals, with just as much excitement as Milo, showing off some pride for her younger brother.
"Thank you, darlings! I love it!" Harry expressed, with a smile as wide as theirs, and his heart full of joy. He looks up to you, smiling with all the love he can portray through just an expression, and then wraps Winnie and Milo into a big hug. "And I know exactly what m'gonna do with it."
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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A/N: As a celebration of the 1 year anniversary of this series, I wanted to give you something very special. Here it is. The wedding of Harry and Stylist Y/N.
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, oh and an emotional Niall
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August 2017
[Deep breaths, you're gonna be totally fine]
You purse your lips and exhale, doing your best to control your breathing and the butterflies uncontrollably fluttering around inside.
You're not scared. It's just a big moment. And even all the dreaming and planning didn't prepare you for the emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you get ready to walk down the aisle.
"I wasn't privileged to have always been there for you, but I always will be kiddo. And I'm so honored to be here now." Dave states as he takes in a shaky breath. "You look beautiful, YN."
He lifts up the hand of yours that he has held in his, and twirls you under his arm, allowing you to show off your silk, fitted, sweetheart neckline bridal gown.
The moment is something you had wished for as a little girl, and then one you never thought you'd have as you grew older. Without your father in your life, this moment never seemed possible. But here you are, being doted over by Dave, and it is better than you ever could have imagined.
"Dave..." You reply, quivering in your words. "I can't… imagine… this moment without you."
You take a deep breath, wrap your hand around Dave's arm, and he nods when you turn your head to him.
"Let's get you to Harry." He winks.
You nod back to him and straighten up as you take the first steps.
Your heart leaps as you start to hear the first chords of your chosen song. To be more specific, Harry's chosen song.
You awake to the soft strumming of a guitar, and smile as you open your eyes to see Harry sitting up in bed and staring out the window with the instrument on his lap.
"What are you doing there, Rockstar?" You ask sleepily.
"Good morning, Sunshine." He turns around, a sweet smile displayed on his face. "I was just thinking about you, and the wedding…"
"Oh?"
"I think… if you don't mind… I think I have the perfect song for you to walk down the aisle to…" He states bashfully.
"Okay, H. Let's do it." You shrug.
"Yeah?" He grins. "Can it be a surprise?"
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you." You giggle.
The butterflies rise as you realize an instrumental version of 'Here Comes the Sun' by The Beatles is beginning to serenade you.
But with each step, the song begins to fade further into the background as the noise of your racing heartbeat takes its place. If you could focus on anything else, you'd notice all eyes on you. You'd hear the joyful sniffles from loved ones. You feel Dave patting your hand in encouragement and emotion. However, the closer you get to the end of the aisle, the more fixated you become on the man waiting there for you.
You cannot help the way your eyes wander up and down his frame, admiring how well his surprisingly buttoned white shirt fits his upper body, and the way his trousers hug his lower half in all the right ways.
[Skinny jeans who?]
He looks incredible. Not that he ever hasn't, but today he has reached his peak. No sheer black shirt, Saint Laurent jacket, or floral Gucci suit could ever compare to the way that he looks right there. But what makes it the best, is the sparkle in his gorgeous green eyes, and the wide brimming smile on his face. Those expressions are bigger and brighter than you've ever seen them, and your heart swells with love.
Suddenly, you're there, facing the man you still can't believe you're spending the rest of your life with. If anyone told you three years ago that this would be your future, you would have fainted from the lack of breath you'd have due to laughter. The thought of just being loved felt ridiculous back then. But to be loved by Harry Styles? Unfathomable. Yet, you have it even better. You are loved by Harry. Just Harry. And there he is before you, loving you, and waiting to take you as his wife.
"You're a lucky man, Harry." Dave utters, receiving an instant nod from the man he is addressing.
"I know." Harry responds, reaching his hand out as Dave lets go of yours. "Trust me, I know."
Dave gives you a kiss on the cheek and you give him the most appreciative smile you can muster. You know that you wouldn't be in this moment if it weren't for the way he loved your mother. He showed her, and then you, that it was possible to be cherished in exactly the way someone should be.
"You look… YN, you look…" Harry stumbles through his words, his eyes flickering up and down your body as you move beside him. They work their way back up to yours, and his other hand reaches to your cheek, using his thumb to gently caress your skin. "You're absolutely gorgeous."
"Looking really snazzy there yourself, H." You reply, your gaze never leaving his.
"Yeah, yeah. Everyone looks good. Now, can we do what we all came here for?"
Your attention is taken from each other as you both turn to look at the source of the voice beside you both.
Niall winks, prying open the notebook he brought to help him keep on track while officating the ceremony. You chuckle as he takes a deep breath, knowing full well that he may have a harder time keeping his composure than either you or Harry.
"Family and friends, we are here today to witness Harry and Y/N commit to one another. However, this was done in their hearts a long time ago. I would know, I was there."
The crowd chuckles.
"From the beginning, Y/N brightened something in Harry, and Harry ignited something in her. Even through the tough times, they were always tethered together somehow, they have always been in love."
Niall looks to you and winks again, a gesture to prove that he was right all along. From the beginning.
"Now, m'tryna keep it together, because I love these two loads. So, m'gonna keep it short."
Harry gently places his finger under your chin, and leads your gaze to meet his. You instantly see his bright eyes and beaming smile, causing you to forget where you are. You just stare into those gorgeous greens and everything feels right.
"It's… It's now time for the vows, and these two have written their own. So, get out your tissues and handkerchiefs, people." Niall suggests, pulling out his own in preparation.
"Bloody hell mate, I wanna get through this and you're not helping." Harry whispers, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a paper.
"Jesus. Okay. Haz, please read your vows out to Y/N."
Harry clears his throat and takes a deep breath, staring down at his paper before looking back up to you.
"Sunshine. I've used that name for you since the day we met. As soon as I saw you, and your bright presence, I was instantly drawn to you. From that day forward, you were always on my mind."
He looks up to you with a smirk, and small blush forming on his face, then looks back down to his words.
"You kept a strong guard of your heart, but you also quickly had a strong hold on mine, and I knew that it was yours from then on. Thank you, for trusting me with your own. Y/N, I promise that you'll never have to guard it again, because I'll keep it safe every day of my life. I would do anything for you, and I plan to prove that to you every single time I take a breath."
You hear Niall clear his throat, and make the mistake of quickly glancing over to him, seeing the glossy filter of emotion forming over his eyes.
"Don't you dare." You quietly plead, focusing back on Harry so he can continue.
"You know me, the real me, the deepest parts of me. You're the reason behind the man I am now, and the man I want to be, and I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. You are everything to me."
He pulls his lips inward for a moment, folding up his paper and grabbing your left hand for a kiss.
"I love you, Sunshine. Always."
You can hear a multitude of sniffles in the crowd, but refuse to look their way. You stay focused on him.
"Oh no. I'll lose it in a moment…" Niall states in a whisper. "Because now it's time for your vows, Superstar. Please read them to Harry."
You turn towards Natalie to grab the paper you spent very little time writing on. It wasn't hard to know what you wanted to say to the man standing in front of you.
Your gaze catches your best friends and you smile as you see the small lines in her makeup made clear by her tears.
"Damn it. He's good at that." She whispers.
"Yeah, too good."
You turn back to face Harry, getting lost in his eyes for a moment, yet again, and grab one of his hands with your own. You close your eyes and let out a strong exhale, opening them again to view the words you are about to express.
"Harry, since day one, you have changed my life. I was so scared to open up- to love someone, or be loved by someone. But then I met you. No one has ever made me feel so out of control, but yet also completely safe at the same time."
You pause, taking in a big inhale as you think about the sincerity of those words.
"I've had constant butterflies since the first moment you looked at me, and I knew nothing would be the same. That feeling will never go away."
A subtle shake of your head, and the swallowing down of the lump in your throat give you the ability to continue.
"You opened up my heart, and my world. I would have never experienced most of what I have if it weren't for you. You are everything I never knew I needed, and everything I never want to be without. You changed my life, and now you are my life."
You peer up to him and are taken into the trance that only he can do with you, awakening those same butterflies you had just mentioned before.
"I love you, Rockstar. Never a question."
"Oh boy. That was… yeah, beautiful you two." Niall quickly swipes his thumb under his eyes and clears his throat. "But I held it together."
"Umm…" you chuckle. "If you say so."
"Alright. Alright. Let's keep this going and get rings on fingers, 'cause I wanna get ya married!"
Mitch hands yours to Harry, and Natalie hands Harry's to you. You smile as you hold it in your palm, remembering the very first time you saw it. The thick gold band, surrounding a green peridot gem in the middle. The one you saw and instantly thought of him. The one you bought for him, and sent him for Christmas that first year you had been together, after the breakup. The one he kept that entire time, but never wore, in hopes that one day he can wear it for something special. The one he, apparently, kept for today.
He grabs both of your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your fingers, biting his lower lip as his right foot moves behind his left leg and begins to tap on the ground.
"Harry, do you take Y/N to be your wife? Will you cherish her, love her, support her, and commit to her through whatever life may throw at you?"
"I do."
"F'course you do." Niall winks.
Harry brings up your left hand for a kiss, looking up at you before he lowers it back down slightly, and gently slides your wedding ring onto your finger. You look down and the breath is taken from you. He asked to buy you a completely different and additional ring, not just a wedding band. Your engagement ring now sits on your other hand, and a beautiful gold floral band with a peridot stone in the center rests in its place. It matches the one you purchased for him, the gemstone representing August, for the month you met and now also for the moment you take his last name.
"And Y/N, do you take Harry to be your husband. Will you cherish him, love him, support him, and commit to him through whatever life may throw at you?"
"I do."
Tears begin to congregate at the corners of your eyes, and you dip your head down to place the ring on his finger. As your gaze comes back up, Harry's hand runs across your cheek to collect the moisture.
"We figured." Niall laughs, pulling you out of the love daze you're in and reminding you of the actual event taking place. "Alright, well, now for the best part! The internet gave me the power to say that I can now… oh geez… I can now pronounce you husband and wife!"
Cheers erupt from all around you, but your gazes and grins stay on each other, reveling in the moment you legally become one another's, though you know that happened in your hearts a long time ago.
"Now, kiss her you fool!" Someone, who sounds like your brother, shouts from their seat.
Unfazed, you watch as Harry glances over your lips, biting his own as both hands move to cup your cheeks.
Anyone else would expect to be pulled right in and lips firmly smashed together as the final step of the ceremony. But Harry slowly leans in, breath labored as if it is the first, but also most important, kiss between you too. His lips initially graze yours, causing a shiver over your skin as your hands slide up from his biceps to the back of his neck. He presses softly against you, pulling you in closer, his tongue gently teasing to be let in.
Time stands still. It's the perfect way to end the official event and begin your life as a married couple. You could be in that moment forever, but as your mind begins to flash to all the possibilities ahead for the two of you, your lips pull away. Looking up to Harry, you notice the gathering of tears in his eyes as you feel one or two of your own begin to trickle down.
"I don't want to let go of this moment." He whispers, words shared between just the two of you, despite the many eyes pointed your way.
"You don't have to." You quietly respond, a whirlwind of love, excitement, and joy taking over you completely. "I'm not going anywhere."
He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, one with a little more passion, but the same amount of tenderness as before.
All of a sudden, there's the slight feeling of warm breath hitting between the two of you.
"But if you two don't move, no one gets to eat." Niall mumbles, causing you and Harry to smile against each other's lips, finding the comedy in the fact that even though this is a new journey for you two, some things will never change.
"Alright." Harry mutters, finally pulling back from you, his eyes still taking yours in. "Let's get this party started."
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"If the bride and groom could make their way to the dancefloor, it is time for their first dance as newlyweds."
Harry stands up and grabs your hand, helping you out of your seat and leading you to the center of the room.
"Now, don't be mad…"
"Oh god, that's never good." You chuckle.
"I have one more surprise for you." He states, giving you that mischievous smirk you are so used to seeing.
"Okay…" You reply nervously. You're not the biggest fan of surprises, and Harry knows this, but each one he has done for you has gone above and beyond any expectation you could ever have. It's not as though you need him to do it that way, but you know it's the way he likes to, and the thought he puts into it always shows how much he loves you.
Suddenly, the quick sound of drums hits your ears, and you instantly recognize his choice of song with the upbeat notes of the other instruments beginning to play.
"You picked a 'Starship' song?" You ask, eyebrows raised in curiosity and amusement. "Why?"
You reach your spot and he spins around to hold your waist, pulling you in as close as possible to his chest. You instinctively rest your head on his shoulder and feel the weight of his head as it rests on yours.
(Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now)
Lookin' in your eyes
I see a paradise
This world that I've found is too good to be true
Standin' here beside you
Want so much to give you
This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you
"Umm… 'cause you were listening to them…" Harry begins, causing you to pull back your head, seeing the blush in his cheeks and his eyes flickering around as if in embarrassment.
[He's so cute when he's flustered, and it's funny that he still seems to get that way with you]
"The first time I walked in on you singing, in the dressing room, you were listening to a 'Starship' song." He explains.
"Such a sap." You chuckle as you sarcastically shake your head, your heart filling with every positive emotion you can feel at one time.
And we can build this dream together
Standing strong forever
Nothing's gonna stop us now
And if this world runs out of lovers
We'll still have each other
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now
"Thank you. I love it." You whisper to him, feeling those permanent butterflies as his lips gently kiss the top of your hair.
You lift your head, staring into the eyes that can pierce their way to your soul, and you cup his cheek, knowing that this is exactly where you were meant to be.
All the fear, adventure, heartbreak, fighting and waiting for each other was a difficult journey to experience, but it led you to this perfect moment, with this perfect man.
"Why are you so good to me?" You ask, watching as his eyes begin to glisten in the dim light of the room.
"Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He smiles, carefully holding the back of your head and bringing you in for a kiss.
You smile against his lips and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, keeping his face close as he momentarily pulls away.
"You're my favorite person in the whole world, Mrs. Styles." He grins, and you wonder if he can feel your heart beating as strongly as you can feel his.
[That very first day he saw you, you were shocked that he knew your name, but now you are so happy and honored that you get to take his]
Please i need to know how stylist!yn and harry are doing?!?!?!?! ahhh i just love them.
And I love YOU 💗
I just wrote this, sorry if it sucks. Clearly I cannot give a short answer about those two because I love them so much! My babies!
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It's been a rough time for the family, being hit with a nasty case of the flu
The morning after Halloween, Winnie came into the bedroom, crawling up into the bed to cuddle Harry, and he instantly felt her little body burning up.
She spent a good amount of that day curled up on the couch, watching cartoons, and sipping on some Pedialyte, since her appetite was barely there.
Milo, seeing her get a lot of attention, started walking around with his little palm on his forehead, whining and trying to claim he was sick too.
"Ow. Ow." He stated, with each step, causing you and Harry to roll your eyes, after checking his 'symptoms' first, of course. Dramatic, just like his dad. Though you still couldn't help but laugh.
That was until dinner. Thankfully, Winnie was feeling much better and even ate some soup with a few slices of bread. Milo had a bowl of mac and cheese, which unfortunately ended up on the floor only ten minutes later.
It hit him harder, especially being younger and not being able to really voice his needs or problems. And it was hard on you, since Harry had another show the next day.
Love On Tour Night 7 was not nearly as fun for you as it was for Harry, but he came home that night with a look on his face which told you that he wasn't at his best, and the next morning proved you right when he ran to the bathroom and noises of distress sounded out through the door.
You not only prepared yourself to take care of yet another person, but also the heartache you knew Harry would be feeling if he had to cancel a show. He has always done what he could to push through, as long as his health wasn't truly at risk, but this time felt different, and he was gutted.
Shows have always been his favorite part of being an artist, since back in those 1D days, and while he would swim in the joy he could have while spending time with the family, everyone was miserable. Including you, because even though you weren't sick, you were exhausted.
At one point you sat on the bench in the shower after the kids were tucked in for the night, letting your tears fall under the covers of the water to relieve the stress you had pent up for almost a week. You couldn't afford to fall apart when you had a family to take care of.
So when Harry opened the bathroom door and groaned that he needed to take a shower too, you snapped back.
"I need a fucking minute, Harry!"
The next morning was Harry's first show back, and while he was feeling almost completely healthy, Milo and Winnie were still on the mend, so you were left alone to take care of them both.
Harry had come home to find all three of you asleep in the king size bed, and he snuck under the covers next to you.
The next morning, he was feeling like his old self again, so he went to the gym early, stopped by the store, and you woke up to fresh coffee and a breakfast feast. Feast being a generous word, but it included pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a cute little display of your favorite mini tarts.
"Thank you for taking care of us, Sunshine. You're our rock."
"Anything for you, Rockstar. Never a question."
But he wanted to do more, so that night, since the kids seemed to be back to normal, your mom came over to put them to bed, and Harry took you out to a nice hotel for a night away. As soon as you two got to the suite, Harry had checked around the room and locked the doors.
"You really are, as Niall calls you, a Superstar." He rolled his eyes, knowing how much Niall would let that go to his head. "Wait..."
He looked around the room, making sure the door was fully locked, and came back to his position wrapped around you.
"Had to check that Nialler wasn't here?" You giggled.
"Never know with that guy."
There wasn't a fancy dinner, or a chaotic and passionate session of love-making. You had ordered pizza, a bottle of wine, and sat in pajamas as you watched reruns of 'Friends' before cuddling up together in bed and falling asleep in each other's arms. It was perfect.
The next morning however, before he needed to head back to the Kia Forum, was filled with moans that would make the housekeeping staff blush even from two rooms away.
And that night, in his crazy purple/yellow and pink/white outfit (that you had expressed to Lambert wasn't your top choice), Harry was more vibrant, and fun, and goofy than he felt like he had been since Halloween.
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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CHAPTER 37
IT'LL NEVER CHANGE ME AND YOU
A/N: I don't even know where to begin. This was my first fanfic ever, and I have loved writing every single part of it! And I am just so, so, so honored that many of you have enjoyed reading it. It means the world to me! Thank you, thank you, thank you! 💗
A big shout-out to all of the beautiful people who listened to my ramblings, let me bounce ideas off of them, and were just all around supportive! I'd list you all but there are just so many. However, I absolutely have to mention my bestie @watermelonsugacry for being here for me since Day 1! 💗
So here it is. The final official chapter of EWTNC! Enjoy, lovies!
The past weeks have been quite a ride. You and Harry spent a few days in England with both of your families, and then it was off for (what you feel has been) the busiest time for the guys.
It's been endless interviews, such as Jonathon Ross, Ellen, Jimmy Kimmel, The Chatty Man, etc. And a multitude of performances, such as the Royal Variety Live and X-Factor Australia, to name a few. Plus, the AMAs, and the BBC Awards, to top it all off.
You got to meet the infamous Gwen Garcia when she interviewed the boys again, and you recently got to witness Harry get a tattoo on The Late Late Show with James Cordon.
But today… today feels like the wildest one of all. Today is their last performance as One Direction.
You climb onto the bed just as your second alarm goes off and prop yourself up on your elbow, staring at your beautiful boyfriend.
Harry really is so beautiful, and amazing, and you can't believe the journey you've been on since the day you accepted that internship. You would have never guessed this is how it would go.
You smile, and stroke his cheek, placing a gentle kiss on it.
"H… wake up…"
"No." He replies.
"Babe, I've got something for you." You scoot closer and kiss the top of his shoulder.
"What is it?"
"It's a surprise."
"I like the bed too much, can we just stay here?"
"Perfect, this surprise does not involve leaving the bed…" you state, a hint of seduction in your voice.
His eyes shoot open and he immediately turns onto his side. You bite your lip as his gaze slowly travels down your body, taking in the sight of the black lingerie set you snuck on a few moments earlier.
"Fucking hell." He whispers.
"Good morning." You smirk.
"Yes it is." He grins. "What's all this for?"
You prop yourself up more and start to kiss his chest. "Well, I've got this sexy outfit… and a sexy boyfriend…"
"Are you trying to distract me from what today is?"
"Maybe." You reply, sliding your leg over his hips to straddle him, and moving your lips to his neck. "Is it working?"
He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. "Maybe."
You slowly begin to grind on him, extracting an intense hiss from his lips.
"It's starting to work." He smirks.
You feel him already hard underneath you, so you move a bit harder and kiss along his jawline. His hands move over your hips and around to your ass, sliding them underneath your panties. You bring your lips to his, not bothering to wait before you slide your tongue inside. He pulls back slightly and exhales deeply.
"Definitely working." He whispers.
You pull your hips up and move one hand down into his briefs to grab his cock, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace.
"Oh my god. Lemme…" He whispers. "Lemme take these off."
He tugs on his briefs, so you swing your leg back off, and help to slide them down his legs. His cock springs out and you can't help biting your bottom lip.
"As sexy as that outfit is… it needs to go." He demands, and you giggle. "Please."
You quickly remove the bra and panties, and straddle him again. You give his cock a few more pumps and line it up with your entrance, looking at him for confirmation before sliding down onto him.
Your head tips back and mouth drops, still always taken back by how thick he feels inside of you. You start to roll your hips and he holds your waist, running one hand up and stopping just under your left breast.
"This looks amazing on you, baby." He begins to gently run his fingers over your new tattoo.
Your glance falls down to watch, as he scans every inch of the thin ink on your ribcage. His gaze travels up to your face, and he smiles when he meets your eyes.
Your body leans down onto him, resting your elbows next to his ears, so your fingers can get tangled in his curls.
You rest your forehead on his, starting to slowly glide up and down on his cock. A breathy moan begins to escape your lips with the motion, and a deep, subtle grunt begins to escape his.
Both of his hands move to your hips, as you slide back down his cock, and he hisses as he pulls you against him even further.
"You feel so good on me." He whispers.
You kiss his neck, then sit back up on him, placing your hands behind you onto his thighs.
"Oh god." He groans out. "S-so… so good."
He grabs your hips tighter and bucks up into you with his own, both moving at a steady pace to keep in rhythm with each other.
"Fuck. I need it faster baby." He moans. "Can I?"
"Yes."
Right then, he begins to thrust up with force, your bodies slamming together as he pulls you down onto him and gets even deeper.
"Oh my god." Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut.
"Yes. Fuck. Yes." You reply, leaning forward again and grabbing the headboard behind him, tilting your head back as you feel him completely within you, each one of his movements providing the perfect amount of pleasure.
He slowly runs his right palm up against your skin, stroking your butterfly tattoo with his thumb, and cupping your left breast.
You let out a subtle exhale, which causes him to thrust up harder into you, and moan out.
"I'm… Harry… I'm close…" You begin to pant.
"Me… fuck…" He moans out loudly. "Me too."
He begins to thrust harder and deeper, reaching the very back with ease, and every sense inside you is heightened as he thrusts in, and pulls out.
His grunts become deep, and labored with his breathing.
"Fuck, Y/N… it feels so… fucking… good."
"Yeah… it… oh god…"
"Shit. I can't wait, baby… fuck!" He grabs your hips to hold you down, as his movements become sloppy. "Y/N…"
"Close!"
"God, baby, I… Fuck. Fuck!" He moans out, slamming into you once more, and again. "Oh! Fuck!"
With one last, deep thrust up, he spills into you and you feel the rush of his release filling you up. He continues to move in and out, maintaining his fast pace as he works through his orgasm and brings you to your own.
"Harry! I'm gonna…"
"Go on, baby."
"Oh god. Oh my god!"
He grabs your chin and points it down to him as your mouth drops open. You keep your eyes fixated on him as your walls squeeze tight and body releases onto his cock.
"Fuck." You giggle, falling down onto him, with your face burrowing in his neck. Your chests are rising and falling together as you both come down.
"I could do that forever." He chuckles, and you push yourself up slightly to see a mischievous smirk on his face.
You kiss his jaw, the corner of his mouth, then the center of his lips. He pulls you back, running one hand through your hair and tucking some strands behind your ear.
"I want more." He exclaims, biting his lower lip and running his hands up and down your waist.
"Really?"
"M'never gonna get enough of you… "
You giggle.
"But can I get some more right now?
"Okay."
He sits himself up, grabbing around your waist, and flipping you over onto your back. His lips immediately meet that spot on your neck that is just for him, and makes his way to your earlobe.
"You're so good to me." He whispers.
No words escape your lips, just a sweet moan, as he reaches his fingers down and circles your clit.
"Safe?"
"Yes, H. Please." You plead.
Without hesitation, he slides his fingers into you and slowly pulls them back out. With the sensitivity from your orgasm still lingering, you let out a louder moan as you grab his shoulders, causing him to pump his fingers faster.
"Oh my god." You breathe out. "Feels… so good."
He pumps in and out, still kissing your neck, then in and out again.
"M'already hard again." He smirks. "Are you ready?"
You nod.
He pulls his fingers out, grabbing his cock and rubbing his tip against your wet entrance before gently pushing in.
He moans loudly and your hands reach up for his hair.
He rests one hand by your ear, as the other grabs your hip, and he pushes himself in faster. You feel every inch of him inside of you, every single part of his cock gliding against your walls. Every moment of pressure when his tip hits all the way inside of you.
You can see the sweat glistening around his forehead, and his necklaces dangling in front of you, as some curls come loose from his bun. You can see the muscles of his chest quickly rise and fall with each motion, and his gaze fixated on the spot where he's entering you.
You can't get enough of him either, and decide to ask for something new.
"H-... Harry…" you whisper.
"Yeah."
"Can… oh god… mmm… can we try something?"
"Yeah."
You slide one hand down his shoulder, and his arm, until you grab the hand that was holding your hip. He shifts his weight as you slide it up your body. His breathing is quickening even more as it moves against your skin and stops at the base of your neck.
"Just… just a little… hold it just a little?" You breathe out, moving it slightly over your neck.
"Oh fuck." He moans out. "Are… are you sure?"
You nod. "Yes. I'm sure. Please."
You close your eyes as you let go and throw your hands above your head.
"Safe, baby?"
"Mhmm."
He holds his hand gently in place and quickly moves his other, grabbing onto yours above your head, making sure a majority of his weight is focused on that arm.
"Oh god, yes." You moan.
"Fuck, Y/N." He starts thrusting in harder, and deeper, hitting the back of you with each motion.
"Oh my god."
"Yes, baby! Feel good?"
"Yes. Yes."
He grunts deeper as he removes his hands from yours and grabs onto the headboard, giving him more leverage to thrust with even more ferocity.
"Yes. Oh my god. Yes."
"Fuck… so fucking good!"
"Harry… oh my-..."
"Baby, so… fucking good."
"I'm… go-... I'm gonna…"
"Cum baby… cum..."
"Oh… fuck, Harry."
You grab onto his wrist and buck up your hips, as every inch of you is filled with a sensational pleasure.
"Yes! Oh my-... yes!"
Your walls squeeze him tightly as your orgasm hits, and he moans out deeply.
"M'so close." He grunts. "So… fucking… fuck!"
He thrusts in deep for the last time as he squeezes his eyes shut and his mouth drops open. You feel every drop of his release fill you up as he breathes his way through it.
As you both start to come down, he opens his eyes and meets yours, displaying a wide grin across his face, and removes his hand from your throat.
"Did you like it?"
"A lot!" You admit, biting your lower lip.
"I love you so fucking much." He states, leaning down for a kiss. Your hands grab his face as your lips move with his, and you moan against his mouth before pulling away.
"I love you too."
"Round three?" He chuckles.
"No fucking way." You reply, shaking your head. "You've gotta be able to perform tonight."
"Oh, I'll perform-"
"That's not what I meant." You roll your eyes.
He bites his lower lip and gives you one more kiss. He pushes himself up and slowly pulls out of you. He rolls to the side and lays on his back next to you.
"Don't wanna go out there if I can get this all day."
"Yes you do." You turn onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow and running your other hand through his hair. "You want to go out there."
"Yes." He sighs. "I do."
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"Alright, Rockstar. What's the big news?" You ask, sitting on the couch in his dressing room, slightly trying to avoid seeing anyone else and being completely enveloped in sobbing.
"Well, I, umm…" He clears his throat and sits down next to you, taking your hand in his. "I've been talking to Harry Lambert…"
"A legend. Yes."
"Right." He chuckles. "And, umm, well, he sort of wants to be my stylist for future stuff."
You stare blankly into his eyes, not really knowing what this means for you. You have decided to take a break from working, have some time off vacationing and just being with Harry, and figure out what it is that you really want to do next.
"Okay…"
"Well, I… umm… I told him about my amazing and talented girlfriend…"
"Oh?" Your heart starts to race, still unsure what this means.
"And that you're a stylist…"
"Harry! For fucks sake! Get to the point!"
"He wants to work with you. Or, umm, you work with him. While he… works with me, I guess."
"I'm sorry." Your mouth drops open and you feel like your brain may have just glitched. "What the hell did you just say?"
"Harry Lambert wants you to work for him as part of my styling team." He grins, squeezing your hand as you continue to just stare.
"I…"
"Would you want to do that?" He asks, suddenly furrowing his brow.
"I…"
"I mean, I know there's the whole 'don't mix business with pleasure' or whatever, but we've already broken that rule, a long time ago!" His serious expression fades and he lets out a laugh.
"But…" You clear your throat. "Is he giving me the job because I'm your girlfriend?"
Harry sits up straight and his serious expression returns. "No, Y/N. I told him you helped me pick out my suit for tonight. I told him about all the times you've tried to get me to dress outside the box. He really does want to work with you."
"Are you being serious? You're not joking? This is real?"
"F'course! I wouldn't lie about this!"
"Holy shit!" You lunge over to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck. "Harry, I… this is… thank you!"
He kisses your temple and grabs your shoulders, pulling you back and looking you right in the eyes.
"You deserve this." He states, and your eyes respond by forming a few tears.
[Better get used to it because it definitely won't be the last time it happens today]
Your hands cup his cheeks as your gaze drops to his lips, and you slowly lean in closer for a tender kiss. One of his hands moves to the back of your head, raking his fingers through your hair for a moment before resting his palm on it and pulling you in deeper.
"Shit. Don't hate me." You hear, causing Harry to immediately pull back, and frown, as he refuses to look anywhere but your eyes.
"I can't even believe how many times this has happened…" Harry mumbles. "Yes, Niall?"
"S'just that I wanted to tell ya… the boys wanna have, uh, a last huddle before we go on stage."
"Now?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow in Niall's direction.
"No, I'd say, maybe forty minutes?"
"Okay, so… I have time to hang out with my girlfriend before I get ready?"
"Guess so." Niall agrees.
"Alright, I'm just letting you know, m'here with Y/N right now, and I'll be there in forty minutes, so you don't need to come back…"
You smack Harry's arm. "Harry don't be a dick."
He turns back to you and peppers a few kisses you on the cheek, causing you to giggle.
"Right. Sorry Nialler." He winks towards his friend.
"M'so happy you two are together. Thanks to me f'course. I can't wait for you two to get hitched and make those babies!" He laughs. "You won't stop me then, m'gonna be around for that f'sure!"
"Oh my god, Nialler. Is that all life can be after One Direction? Marriage and babies?" You laugh loudly, shaking your head.
"You know I want to, right?" Harry states, looking over to you with a genuinely serious expression, as your head snaps over towards his.
"Oh shit! Is it happening right now?" Niall asks excitedly.
Harry growls, but displays a smirk on his face. "No, Niall. But respectfully, get out!"
"Alright… m'gonna go…" Niall utters, quickly turning around and jogging out the door.
"Sunshine, m'not gonna promise when it'll happen, but I can promise that I plan on marrying you someday." He grins. "The near future is so uncertain right now, like, just with my career and stuff, and I want to get a handle on those things, but… I want you in my future."
"Holy shit." You mumble, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat. "And… you really want… babies…?"
"Are you joking? Mini Y/Ns running around? Absolutely!" He smiles, showing off that amazingly distracting dimple. "I want it all with you. I mean it when I say that I love you, always."
"I love-..." You try to respond, but are overtaken by your racing heart and labored breathing, and words seem to be disappearing before they can leave your lips.
"Unless… unless you don't want to…" his head drops low and he winces, seemingly preparing for an answer that he doesn't want to hear.
[You've seen that face before, and you plan on never seeing that face again]
"What?" You lift his chin to meet your eyes. "Harry, I do! I want it all. With you!"
He immediately grabs your face and places the most passionate kiss on your lips. He pulls back, only enough to rest his forehead on yours, as he lets out a relieved breath and smiles.
"M'gonna marry you, Y/N. You're the love of my life, and I want you in it forever."
"And I will be."
"I love you, Sunshine. Always."
I love you too, Rockstar." You smile, staring into the seemingly sparkling eyes. "Never a question."
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Gathered around in a huddle, you watch as the each guy says a few words to the other three, and you smile as you lean against the wall.
You feel a nudge on your shoulder and look to see Natalie leaning next to you.
"Life's gonna be dull after this." She states, a subtle shakiness to her voice. "I'm gonna miss it."
You take a large gulp as you try to keep yourself together. Not that you're afraid to show the emotion, but you don't want to miss these last moments with them. The last moments of calm before they take the stage. The last moments of encouragement to each other to do their best. The last moments of sharing a bond with each other that only those four could understand.
[These thoughts are really not helping you to keep it together]
"As crazy as this was, and as crazy as they are… I'm definitely gonna miss it." She adds.
"Nat…" You clear your throat. "Thanks for getting me here."
Her head shoots over to yours, with a confused look on her face. "You got us here, honey, this whole thing was your idea."
"What?"
"You asked Heather about internships, you encouraged me to apply with you. You got scared for a minute, yeah, and I just encouraged you further…" She grabs your hand. "But this was all because of you! You wanted to take the leap, not me."
"Huh." You furrow your brow and your eyes drop to the floor, as you process what you were just told.
"You were always bolder than what you gave yourself credit for. And look where it got us… where it got you." You look up as she points over to the guys, and the surrounding area backstage.
Harry's eyes flicker over to you and he smiles, quickly turning them back to the group after a moment.
Your heart flutters. Not just because of Harry, but because of all of them. Because of the whole experience. And because you got to share it with her.
"Thank you for always being by my side, Nat." You utter, squeezing her hand back as you turn to see her glassy eyes.
"Thanks for always having that spot open for me." She replies, and tiny tears fall from each of your cheeks.
You purse your lips and let out a deep breath as you both turn back to the boys.
They pat each other on the back and Louis suddenly points to the both of you.
"Oi, ladies, get over 'ere!"
"No, this is your thing." You state.
"No… this is our thing. It includes you now." Liam replies.
You and Natalie push off the wall and walk over to the group. Louis holds his arm out to you, and you squeeze in between him and Niall, standing across from Harry.
He gives you a wink, and puts his arm around Natalie as she scoots up next to him and Liam.
You see him bend down closer to her, mouthing 'I knew you didn't hate me', and making her roll her eyes. She looks up to him and whispers back 'it was only for a moment'.
[Okay… okay… no tears yet, Y/N…]
"Well… I'd just like to say…" Niall stutters, clearing his throat.
"Bloody hell, Niall, it doesn't have to be a speech!" Louis exclaims. "We love you, ladies. We've got along with our crew b'fore, but you two are family now. And that won't change."
[Not… yet… hold… on…]
"You've been amazing since day one." Liam adds.
"And we love you." Niall clears his throat again, and turns to you. "So much."
"Fuck you all, I hate crying." Natalie whispers with a chuckle and squeezes the guys next to her. "Love you too."
"Haz?" Niall asks, causing everyone to look his way.
"I… shit… Well I…" He looks at you with a closed lip smile, turns to Natalie with the same expression, and then drops his gaze to the floor. "Shit. I can't. I love you both."
"Especially Y/N…" Louis jokes, making kissing noises and everyone else joins in.
"You're all idiots." Harry chuckles.
"Alright. Well, that's that then." Niall states quickly.
"What the fuck? What about me?" You reply.
"Oh no. M'not letting you say anything."
"What? Why?"
"I can't be sobbing on stage, Superstar!"
"Too fucking bad!" You exclaim. "And I'm giving a fucking speech, Tommo!"
He lets out a sigh and squeezes you into him. "Fine."
[Damn it. What can you even say that sums this whole thing up?]
You grab onto Louis' and Niall's waists, your eyes meeting each of theirs for a few moments before you finally manage to form some words.
"I am so proud of you guys." You clear your throat as the first hint of tears, completely disobeying you, start to form at the corners of your eyes. "I am so grateful that I got to witness even a small sliver of this journey you've been on. Thank you for letting me, us, be a part of it."
Your gaze drops to the ground and you cough to clear the lump in your throat.
"This has been the best time of my life." You add.
"Damn." Natalie chuckles. "That was good."
The six of you squeeze in for a big group hug, sniffles coming from you and all your friends.
You pull away, straighten up, and scan the faces of your favorite boy band.
"Now go out there and make Simon fucking weep or something!" You laugh, quickly joined by the rest of them.
Louis turns to you and shrugs his arms, reaching out for a hug.
"You're the best, Y/N, seriously. Bonded for life, yeah?" He grins.
"Yeah! Who else am I gonna prank people with, Tommo?" You chuckle, tightening your hug as he kisses your cheek and pulls away.
"Partners in crime, love. You 'n me!" He winks, and walks over to Natalie.
Liam comes up next and wraps one arm around your shoulders. "Alright, darling, I'm not saying goodbye, because that's ridiculous. We'll have lunch and stuff when we're in the same place."
"I'm holding you to that."
"I'll buy the first one." He smiles, letting go and moving away.
Niall, hands in his pockets, shuffles over to you. "I can't do this with ya."
"Niall…"
"Don't do it. Don't you start crying on me!" He points his finger as he moves closer.
"We're gonna see each other all the time! Right?" You sniffle, reaching out for a hug.
"Oh, loads! You're one of m'best friends. Plus I like getting Harry all riled up. S'fun." He giggles. "But I guess m'gonna have to learn to dress m'self!" He states, letting out the huge, famous 'Niall laugh'.
You shake your head and kiss his cheek, before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, and you can see the tears starting to gather in his eyes.
You help straighten out his sleek, dark suit and maroon tie. "There… made you beautiful." You state, giving him a wink.
He turns around and makes his way to get set up with his earpieces.
Harry slinks his way over to stand right in front of you.
"You know, I am grateful that you got to be a part of this too." He places a soft kiss on your forehead before resting his own against it. "But it definitely wasn't a small part, Sunshine."
He holds your face in his hands, sending heat through your cheeks, as he gazes at your lips. You bite your bottom one, and he quickly leans in to kiss them.
You reach your hands over and grab his biceps, causing him to smile against your mouth.
You pull away and stare into his beautiful, comforting green eyes, and your butterflies come alive. You doubt they will ever leave at this point.
[There's a reason you got that tattoo]
"This is gonna be a bit weird isn't it?" You ask.
"A bit, yeah. But…" he places another tender kiss on your lips. "I have you…" and another kiss. "So I actually don't care what else happens. I love you."
One more kiss is placed and a sound tech is calling him over to get prepped to go on stage.
"Always." He grabs your hand and walks you with his as he grabs his earpiece.
"Never a question."
You look up at him, admiring everything about him and finally allowing yourself to embrace every emotion this moment is providing for you both.
"You lot know we'll see each other after the show though, yeah?" Louis laughs, seeing everyone nod through their tears.
"You look beautiful by the way." He states, stroking the arm of your black and white puff sleeve blazer.
"So do you! Rockstar vibes for sure!" You wink, taking another look at his floral red Gucci suit. "Now get to work, Mr. Styles!"
They engage in their pre-performance chant, one last time, and you see each one take a deep breath before walking out together.
You quickly make your way around backstage and out into the audience, finding your seat in the front row next to Natalie, slightly to the side of where Harry will be.
You fidget with your necklace as you sit through the announcer's introduction of a video that has been specially made for One Direction.
Multitudes of people appear on the screen, each individually congratulating them on an amazing five years together, expressing their love for them, and making jokes to -at least for you- lighten and distract from the sad mood of the moment.
You glance over at the guys, whose arms are wrapped around each other's waists, and you grab Natalie's hand.
"I'm not gonna make it through this." You chuckle.
"I'm already not." She replies, and you turn towards her to see her already tear soaked cheeks.
"For fucks sake, Nat. If you're already gone then there's no chance for me!"
As the video wraps up, the guys turn back around. You giggle as you see Niall joke that he needs a drink after watching it.
[You'll need one or three after this]
You bring your hands to your chest, over your heart. It is thudding so strongly. It truly sinks in that you are about to watch their last performance together. You let a sharp inhale in as the rhythmic clapping on the backup track starts and everyone immediately joins in.
Harry starts off the song.
(History)
You gotta help me
I'm losing my mind
Keep getting the feeling,
you wanna leave this all behind
Thought we were going strong
I thought we were holding on
Aren't we?
You know this song isn't about you, but you start to think about your own journey with these guys.
No, they don't teach ya
This is school
Now my heart's breaking
and I don't know what to do
Thought we were going strong
I thought we were holding on
Aren't we?
You left this once. You left them once. And it was actually the hardest thing to do.
You and me got a whole lot of history
We can be the greatest team
That the world has ever seen
You and me got a whole lot of history
So don't let it go
We can make some more
We can live forever
You are so glad you came back. It ended up being the best decision you've ever made. You love them. You love them all.
All of the rumors
All of the fights
But we always find a way
to make it out alive
Thought we were going strong
Thought we were holding on
Aren't we?
As they enter into the chorus again, tears are trickling down your cheeks. Streaming down your face, actually. Harry looks over to you and then starts singing with Niall. Watching, admittedly, your two favorite guys, you completely lose it. You can barely finish singing the rest of the chorus, your voice being held back by the lump in your throat.
Mini bars, expensive cars,
hotel rooms, and new tattoos
And the good champagne,
and private planes,
They don't mean anything
'Cause the truth is out, I realize
that without you here life is just a lie
This is not the end
This is not the end
We can make it, you know it, you know
They aren't just famous singers to you, they are your friends, and your family.
[Those four have changed your life forever]
You and me got a whole lot of history
We could be the greatest team
that the world has ever seen
You and me got a whole lot of history
So don't let it go
We can make some more
We can live forever
[You'll always have them]
You and me got a whole lot of history
We could be the greatest team
that the world has ever seen
You and me got a whole lot of history
So don't let it go
We can make some more
We can live forever
[Harry has changed your life forever]
So don't let me go
So don't let me go
We can live forever
[And you'll always have him]
Baby don't you know
Baby don't you know
We can live forever
[Forever]
~~~~~
Fast Forward
July 13th, 2017 - Dunkirk Premiere
"Y/N, lady, hold still."
"Yeah. Kind of a little nervous here, Lou."
"It's just a movie premiere…" Natalie chuckles.
"Then you do it!"
"Oh I would, except my man isn't the one starring in a World War 2 movie." She smirks.
There's a knock at the door, and Natalie walks over to answer it.
"Hello, ladies. Am I allowed to see her?" That sultry British accent asks.
"That's for weddings, you dope. You're allowed to see your lady before a movie premiere." She chuckles and she lets him in.
"I've done neither, Nat. How would I know?" He rolls his eyes as he makes his way behind you, twirling you around from the mirror to look you up and down. He scans every inch of your fully beaded red fitted gown.
"God, you're gorgeous!" He exclaims. "Can we have a minute alone, ladies?"
Natalie and Lou look at each other and scowl as they make their way to the door.
"Don't fucking mess up any of my work, Styles, or I will come for you!"
They close the door behind them and he pulls you in by your waist.
"You really do make that dress work, Y/N." He utters, placing the most gentle kiss on your lips.
"And you are really working that suit, Mr. Styles! I'm glad Lambert picked those shoes." You reply, looking from his dark blue-green Gucci suit, white shirt, and down to his red embroidered boots.
"We look perfect together." Another gentle kiss placed on your lips.
"Well hopefully it'll distract from the intense sweat that'll be dripping down my face and arms." You state, fidgeting with your necklace as you timidly look up to him.
"Are you nervous?" He asks, his brow furrowing with concern.
"Yes! I've never done this before!" You shake your head. "Harry, there's a lot of cameras and I'm not anyone important. Not enough to walk the carpet for a movie premiere! You don't need to bring me along with you, I can just go inside with your mom."
"I'll never push you to do it if you're not comfortable." He holds up your chin. "But I asked you to do it because you are important. To me. And I always love when you're by my side."
Both his hands drop down to both of yours, and he gives your left one a kiss.
"Plus, we'll have some nice professional photos of us as a couple." He smirks.
"We'll have plenty of those." You smile and shake your head.
"So do you want to go with me?"
"Yes. I want to go with you."
"Great! 'Cause I can't not take you out looking like that!" He moves his hands to your body, sliding them down to your ass. "Fucking gorgeous."
"Lou was serious. She will kill you…"
"We better leave now then."
~~~~~
"Are you ready, Sunshine?"
"Yes."
"Thank you for being here with me." He grins, showing off that beautiful, and persuasive dimple.
"Anytime, Rockstar." You wink, taking a deep breath as the driver opens the car door for Harry. He steps out of the car, walking around the back and giving a two-fingered wave to the cameras and fans, buttoning up his jacket.
He makes his way to your door, and grabs your hand as it opens. As soon as your feet touch the ground, flashes and screams erupt, and you almost fall back in surprise.
Harry instantly interlaces his fingers with yours as you are both led around to the start of the walkway.
A coordinator walks up and leans closer to Harry to speak over the noise.
"Mr. Styles, we'll have you walk up ahead to take some solo photos and sign some autographs, and once you make it to the prop plane up ahead, Miss Y/L/N may join you for more of photos and some interviews. It's your choice which of those she can stand with you for."
"Are you serious?" He furrows his brow. "All of them."
You look up to see him smile and he squeezes your hand once more before letting go and walking ahead.
You stay back with his manager, Jeff, and a security guard as you watch with admiration at how Harry handles the overwhelming demands from paparazzi and adoration from fans.
[He's good at everything he does]
As you slowly move down the carpet behind him, you see a few young girls at the front of the barricade waving in your direction. You are concerned you are too close to another actor so you look around quickly to find where you should be standing instead, but don't see anyone except the other two of Harry's entourage.
You turn back to them and realize they are waving at you. Your heart stops for a moment. This time you don't feel worried, like you did a couple of years ago. This time you just feel honored.
There wasn't an official announcement, that just felt weird, but you have been photographed together a lot since the hiatus - holding hands, getting a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek, etc. And Harry has never been concerned about it like he was before. He likes being able to take you out, and be seen with you.
You give those girls a quick wave, and a subtle smile appears on your face as they jump up and down in response.
[You didn't realize it could feel so nice to be acknowledged by his fans]
As soon as Harry comes close to the prop plane, he turns around and walks back a few steps to grab your hand.
"This feels much better, thank you." He chuckles, leading you in front of the plane, as a background for more paparazzi.
His arm wraps around your waist, and he effortlessly moves his gaze around for everyone to get their chance at a photo.
"You still alright?" He asks, squeezing your waist.
"Definitely." You quickly reply, feeling a flutter in your heart, as you feel so safe in his arms.
After a minute or two more, he holds your hand again as you move onto the area for interviews.
You attempt to let go and stand off to the side, but he holds on tighter and gently pulls you in close.
"Stay with me, please" He whispers. "I don't wanna let go of this moment."
A pink hue rushes to your cheeks and your butterflies return, as you simply nod your head.
He walks over to the first interviewer, who politely acknowledges you before the camera turns on, then proceeds to ask questions about Harry's role in the movie.
The next few are the same, with some commenting on Harry's fame being a factor in the movie's success. His fingers are interlaced with yours the entire time, with his thumb occasionally rubbing along your skin, as he answers more questions.
"Hi. How are you?" He greets the next interviewers as one gets straight into her questions.
"How does it feel to have a movie premiere like this that you're such a key part of?" She asks.
You turn to Harry as he begins to answer, but his words are not what you are able to focus on. Your eyes gaze over his face. His shorter but still curly locks, his gorgeous eyes, his amazing smile, and his seductively deep dimples. You admire the passion you see as he speaks about the film he has been a part of. His focus is in the movie and never on himself. You're in awe of who he is and how he handled himself with all of this. And you get to be the one by his side.
[You're glad you came, you don't want to be anywhere else]
You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the next question.
"What about the 1D guys? Have they been very supportive? Have they sent you gifts? Best wishes?" The other interviewer asks.
You quickly hide a smile under your free hand, knowing that Niall threatened to show up today and help you get ready. 'To return the favor of always making him beautiful', were his words.
"They have been very supportive actually. Yeah, umm, I was talking to them today, kind of saying that they were excited to see the film and everything, so yeah. It's been a lot of fun."
"And what about this lovely lady beside you?" She asks, motioning in your direction.
"Y/N is my biggest fan!" He turns to you and grins, squeezing your hand yet again. "She's actually the one who encouraged me to do the movie, so I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her."
"We love that. We love that." She looks down at your hands linked together and smiles, looking back up to the both of you. "And I know that you two don't go out of your way to show off your relationship to the world, but…"
You gulp, not knowing what to except the next part of the question to be.
"But I can see something that is very telling." She points down. "Can I… would I be able to take a look?"
You both bring your hands up a bit, still gripping tightly to each other, and she gasps.
"That certainly is a beautiful engagement ring!" She exclaims.
"Thank you." You reply, dropping your hands and noticing Harry looking over to you, adoringly.
"So you are getting married!"
"Yes." You say in unison.
"When is the wedding?"
Harry runs his thumb over the band of your ring as he pulls his lips inward.
"Umm… it'll be soon. Relatively soon." He shrugs. "We're not really sharing the details 'bout it."
"Like I said, you two don't go out of your way to share your relationship with the public." She nods.
"Yeah, we're not trying to totally hide our relationship. We just like our moments together to be ours, and focused on each other. That's all." He glances over to you and then back to her. "Umm, but she's one of the most important people to me, f'course, y'know, I gave her the ring…"
He gives you a quick kiss on your temple, and lets out a quiet, smiling sigh.
"She's always been my biggest fan, biggest supporter… besides my mum…" He smirks. "So I just wanted her here with me for this. Umm, yeah. She's also part of the team that styled me for this so I'm really thankful she's here tonight."
The ladies swoon over his answer, and he squeezes your hand once again. After one last question about the filming process, the interview ends and the two of you move to the front of the theater, standing for a couple more photos.
He gives you a kiss on the cheek, and you both make your way into the theater. He pulls you to the side and gazes longingly into your eyes, beaming with a grin, which causes your breath to hitch.
"I'm proud to have you here with me." He smiles.
"I'm proud to be here with you, H, and I never wanna be anywhere else."
He shuts his eyes with a wide, tight-lipped smile, and takes in a big breath. He grabs your face, bringing you in for a quick kiss, pulling back just enough to look back into your eyes.
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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CHAPTER 36
YOU AND ME GOT A WHOLE LOT OF HISTORY
A/N: It's the end of the 'On The Road Again' tour. How crazy is that? And it's the second to last chapter. She's a longer one. I had so much I wanted to write and now I'm feeling lots of things.
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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: explicit language, oral (female receiving), end of tour emotions
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Oct 30th, 2015 - Concert Day
The usual alarm does not wake you up this morning. Instead, it is the warmth and pressure of Harry's body on top of you, and the sudden abundance of kisses planted all over your face.
"Why?" You ask, sleepily.
"Well, good morning to you too."
"Good morning. And, why?" You chuckle, finally opening your eyes to see a wide grin on his face.
"We need to get to the venue."
You look over at your phone and notice that it's 8am, not even close to the time for you, or the guys, to be heading over there.
"We really don't." You reply.
"Yes. We do." He sits up and pulls you up by your hand, causing you to growl. "It's worth it, I promise."
You growl for the second time, but follow him out of the bed to get ready.
You throw on some sneakers, leggings, and a t-shirt, not wanting to ruin the outfit you have planned for tonight.
"Ready, Sunshine?"
"Yes. Do I get coffee?" You grumble.
"I thought you were a morning person. I remember showing up early to a venue just so I could talk to you." He smirks, with a subtle blush forming.
"That's 'stalker vibes' Harry." You chuckle, sticking your tongue out between your teeth.
"No it's not!" He replies, stepping over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "I just wanted to be around you."
"Exactly!" You laugh.
"Either way, it worked."
"Yes, it did." You can't help but bite your lip, leaning into his lips for a kiss. "Now let's go, because apparently it's super important that we get there early…"
"It is! Promise!"
~~~~~
As you arrive at the venue, you can tell that the atmosphere feels different. It's the second to last show, so it's definitely bittersweet.
With coffee in hand, Harry leads you to the main dressing room.
"So… you brought me here early to work?" You ask, a small glare forming on your face.
"It's better if you get your stuff done beforehand." He smiles.
Your glare grows a little deeper.
"Trust me." He smiles wider. "It'll be worth it."
You walk to the racks, sighing as you pull a black t-shirt, black pants, and tan shoes for Niall.
You only find plain options for Harry too, having to pull a white t-shirt, black pants, and black boots.
"Done?" He asks, excitedly, bouncing up and down while he waits.
You let out a sigh. "Yes, you bunch of boring boys."
He chuckles, and grabs your hand, leading you down the hallway to his personal dressing room, stopping at the closed door. He grabs both your hands as he looks into your eyes.
"Okay, please tell me you did not bring me here early just to have sex in your dressing room…"
"No!" He exclaims. "Although, I wouldn't mind it later…"
You roll your eyes.
"No. This is something just for you." He gives you a quick kiss on the lips and opens the door, motioning you inside.
"No way! What-... How-... What?" You shout, seeing Dave and your mom sitting on the couch.
They stand up as you rush over to them, embracing them both in a big hug.
"I can't believe you're here!"
"Well, I am a huge One Direction fan…" states Dave, with a smile. "But it is all thanks to Harry."
You spin around to see that beautiful, curly-haired guy just standing there with his hands in his pockets, and a big smile on his face.
He shrugs. "Mum said they had to see at least one show, right?"
"Oh my god." You utter, walking over to him and grabbing his face. "Thank you. I love you. Thank you."
"I love you too."
You give him a quick kiss and then sit down with your parents, Harry following behind and sitting right beside you.
"So, do you…" you look at the time on your phone. "We might have time to do a tiny amount of sight-seeing… do you want to go see anything?"
"Actually…" your mom smiles as she looks over at Harry. "Anne took us to a few places yesterday."
"Anne?" Your head snaps over to Harry too. "Your mom took my parents sight-seeing? Yesterday? Wait… your mom met my parents?"
The other three laugh.
"It was her idea to do all this." Harry replies.
"And we wanted to get the full pre-show experience with you today, sweetie. So we got the tourist stuff out of the way."
"Plus, we can see more later. This is sort of a late honeymoon so we're staying in England for another week." Dave winks.
"Okay. You don't need to say anymore." You throw your hands up. "I'm just happy you're here!"
"So." Harry claps his hands together. "How about we show you around?"
~~~~~
After taking Dave and your mom around backstage, introducing them to everyone you come across, they decide to go back to their hotel for a rest. So you and Harry grab a bite to eat and go back to his dressing room.
"I snuck some cookies from the dessert table, want one?" Harry smiles.
"Did you really need to ask?" You giggle, grabbing one immediately from his hand and taking a big bite. "Do you remember when you invited me to your hotel suite, just to ask me how I liked the show? Umm, in… where was that…?"
"Atlanta." He answers, quickly.
Your head shoots over to him, seeing his blushed smile, and letting out a little giggle. He shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair.
"What?" You take another bite.
"I was so fucking into you."
"Was?" You smirk.
"Y'know what I mean." He chuckles. "I was trying to play it so cool. I didn't know if you felt the same."
"I did." You bite your lower lip. "I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I did. And, hello… we had sex four days later…"
"The cookies sealed it, didn't they?"
"Yeah, it definitely wasn't the hot, sex-symbol of a rockstar that was flirting with me…" you joke, dramatically rolling your eyes.
He sighs and drops his head. "I hate that."
"Oh god, I'm sorry, hate what?" You put down the rest of your cookie and wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his cheek.
"That people make me out to be some sex-crazed popstar that just goes around hooking up with a different woman in every city we visit."
"Part of it is true…" you reply.
"What?"
You pull back and swing your leg over his lap, wrapping your arms back around his neck. "You have sex in every city you visit…"
He lets out a big laugh, and grabs your hips. "But with one woman."
"Thank god." You place your lips gently on his for a kiss.
"Only one woman." He leans closer for another kiss. "Only you. Only ever you. I… I hope for-"
Suddenly someone clears their throat, and both your heads shoot over to the doorway.
"Well hello little brother."
"Oh my god!" You yelp out, quickly removing yourself from Harry's lap as you stare at Gemma, with her arms crossed and a mischievous smile on her face.
"Fuck, Gemma! You couldn't knock?" He growls. "Or tell me you were coming tonight?"
"Well, I came to meet Y/N! Mum is raving about her! I'm guessing she didn't see what I just saw…" she points her finger between the two of you.
"I… shit… I'm so sorry…" You drop your face in your hands. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Oh, don't even worry about it." She waves it off and walks closer to the couch. "At least I know you aren't a prude!"
You stand up, holding your cheeks to cover your blush of embarrassment, and she reaches out for a hug.
"Seriously, don't worry 'bout it." She pulls back. "I will make fun of him for it, for a long time, but not you."
"Yeah, cheers." Harry exclaims, standing up and reaching for his own hug. "Nice to see you too…"
"I'm guessing, and really hoping, that this actually is Y/N."
"Wait, who is Y/N?" You ask, jokingly dropping your jaw open with a smile.
"Oh my god." He pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out a subtle chuckle. "You little-... We were just talking about me having only one woman."
"It didn't look like there was much talking going on…" Gemma chuckles.
"Oh my god, Gem, stop." He turns to you and throws his hands up. "Okay. I can't stay here. I've got a sound check to get to."
"Interesting how that always happens when I'm meeting family members." You smirk.
"For fucks sake." He smirks back, giving you a quick kiss and then walking to the door. He stops in the doorway, turns back around, and points in the direction of you and Gemma. "Behave."
"Who are you talking to?" Gemma asks.
Harry's gaze flickers back and forth between the two of you. "Both of you."
"Yeah, yeah." She replies.
"I love you." He states.
"Now who are you talking to?" You ask.
"Umm… well, you… both of-... oh just forget it." He walks out, causing you and Gemma to break out in a full laugh.
"That was too fun… hi, Y/N, I'm Gemma." She says, as she turns back towards you. You giggle and motion for her to sit down on the couch next to you.
"It really is so good to finally meet you." You exclaim, offering her a cookie. "And I'm really sorry for… what you walked in on…"
"Oh, please, it's really not a big deal. I grew up having to see him prance around the house naked, and tried to convince my mum I was a nine year old drug dealer, so not much phases me at this point." She shrugs.
"Okay. I have some time before I need to go… my mom showed him all my embarrassing childhood photos, so if you have any good stories, I'd love to hear them!"
She grabs another cookie to hold in her hand as she settles into the couch, turning her body towards yours.
"Alright. But we might miss the show then." She grins.
"Eh." You shrug. I've seen them before."
~~~~~
It's not as if it wasn't fun watching the show with Anne the last time, or that you're not excited to have your parents here, watching from a private suite, but you are so happy to have Gemma next to you. You've already had such a good time with her.
You have both ordered drinks from the VIP hostess, and are already standing, ready to dance. You can tell it's going to be a good time.
"Does it ever get boring for you to watch the shows?" She asks.
You instantly shake your head. "Not even close."
"Yeah. Same for me actually. And I really thought it would." You both laugh. "I still like watching my favorite guy having fun up there."
"Niall?" You reply.
"Exactly!" She states, bumping your shoulder with hers. "We're gonna get along just fine."
"Yeah, Harry was worried we would, and that we would cause some trouble for him." You laugh, rolling your eyes.
"That little shit." She frowns.
"He wasn't wrong though…" You laugh, referring to the moment you met her.
"That's true. Well then… wanna play a prank on him?"
You start to grin widely. "Absolutely!"
"Okay, I officially love you!" She laughs, and you feel a rush of relief flow over you.
Your drinks come just as the intro starts to play, and you both scream out with the crowd. The two of you bounce around to 'Clouds' and 'Steal My Girl', belting out the lyrics together.
Before the next song starts, Harry starts to address the crowd.
"We're gonna try and have a lot of fun tonight. Our job is to entertain you as much as we can, we're gonna try our very best. Your job is to have as much fun as you possibly can. So please, dance, sing, do whatever makes you happy. This is 'Fireproof'."
"He was looking over here." You state. "I have a feeling he's gonna be checking in on us all night."
"Okay, now we are definitely pranking him." She brings her finger up to her chin. "Maybe we should pretend that we don't like each other."
"Right now?" You pout.
"Absolutely not! We are gonna enjoy ourselves!" She replies. "But after the show…"
"I'm so glad we met." You laugh.
"Me too." She laughs back, linking arms with you, and leans in closer. "But I don't think Harry will be so happy 'bout it."
~~~~~
<< HARRY'S POV >>
Once again, just as he did when you met his mum, Harry comes bounding off stage and heads straight to his dressing room to see how you and Gemma are getting on.
He opens the door, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees the unhappy expression spread across your face.
You quickly push up from the couch and walk over, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hey. Umm… I'll just… see you back at the hotel." You whisper.
His heart drops. "Why?"
"I just… I'm so sorry, I'm just not having a good time. We're just… I'm really really sorry, Harry. Let's talk later." You whisper again, giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking out the door.
He is frozen in place, but his eyes glare at Gemma.
"What the fuck happened?" He scolds, feeling the most intense frustration build up inside.
She throws her hands up in defense. "Hey, it wasn't me."
"What. The. Fuck. Happened?" He growls, clenching his jaw.
"Harry… she just… she didn't want to talk… like, at all… she didn't want to have any fun with me… she just... wasn't nice..." Gemma replies.
"But…" He holds his arms across his body and frowns. "I thought I saw you two talking and dancing together."
"Umm… at first yeah, we were singing. We were just… trying to get along for you, Harry, but it just kept getting worse." She covers her face.
"Worse? Gem! For fucks sake!" He shouts. "How's it that everyone loves her 'cept you?"
"I-... I mean… I don't know! She didn't seem to like me either! Do… do you wanna go talk to her?" She asks.
He scoffs and glares at her again. "We are both going to talk to her!"
"Fine." She answers, and he turns around to walk out the door.
When he turns into the hallway, he stops again, seeing you leaning against the wall with a wide grin on your face.
"Bloody hell, you two." He mumbles.
"Shit, Y/N, he full on believed me!" Gemma chuckles. "I'm just that good!"
"I'm glad you did it. I would've cracked much faster than that!" You give her a high five.
"I'll teach you, darling, don't worry."
"I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it." He shakes his head.
"Aww, but you love us, H!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his waist, and Gemma does the same.
"Such a bad idea." He groans.
"Don't be such a little shit… H… At least we don't actually hate each other!" Gemma exclaims.
"M'not sure which one is worse now."
"Hey, Gem?" You both let go of Harry and you link arms with her. "I think you might be my favorite Styles sibling now."
"That is so kind. Would you like to marry me one day, instead of marrying my brother?"
"Gemma!" Harry shouts.
You clear your throat, and try to regulate your breathing that has apparently and suddenly picked up its pace.
"Sorry. Sorry." She looks at you. "I was just joking."
"It's okay. I accept your offer anyway!" You squeeze your linked arms together and stroll back into his dressing room.
"A bad, bad, bad idea."
~~~~~
Anne joins you, your parents, Harry, and Gemma for dinner after the show.
"So, Dave, what did you think?" Anne asks.
"Well, being the number one fan…" he chuckles, "I was happy, it exceeded my expectations."
He claps in Harry's direction. "But in all seriousness, you are very talented, son, and I am impressed at how you all took ownership of the stage, and kept the crowd engaged the entire time."
Harry drops his head and smiles. "Thank you, Dave."
"But, Y/N, I'm sorry, sweetie, those outfits…?" He smiles.
"Don't get me started, Dave. I've tried. So hard. But it's the last show tomorrow so I give up." You smile, rolling your eyes.
"Do you know what you'll do during the hiatus?" Gemma asks.
"No." You sigh. "I think I've put off even thinking about it. But I did have a job in L.A. earlier this year, with a small designer, and she said I was welcome back anytime."
"That sounds wonderful!" Anne exclaims.
You nod, then shrug. "But, we'll just have to wait and see."
Harry reaches his hand under the table, grabbing your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours.
"You'll be fine, Sunshine. I just know it." He winks.
You give him a closed lip smile and return to eating your food.
As the night goes on, conversations between your two families flow effortlessly. Your infamous tap dancing story resurfaces, extracting a glare to both Harry and your mom. Anne levels the playing field by explaining how Gemma had once told Harry that WWF wrestling was all faked, which turned him into telling his mom that Gemma was a drug dealer. The night is filled with funny stories, conversations between all the parents about boring adult things, and lots of laughs between you and Gemma.
Meanwhile, Harry has been listening intently, adding to the conversations when he could and should, and joking around with you and his sister. But the entire time, he has kept his hand holding onto yours, fingers interlaced, or rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He has stolen glances at you, and kissed your forehead a couple of times, but always kept his hand with yours.
Once dinner winds down, you all say your good nights and head back to your hotel rooms, Harry continuing to hold your hand as he opens the door to your suite.
"Are you going to let go now?" You giggle, holding up your hands.
"Probably not." He smirks.
"It's going to make getting ready for bed a bit difficult. Interesting, but difficult."
He pulls you close to him, finally releasing your hand, and brings both of his up to your face. He licks his lips, then places them firmly on yours.
You grab his hips and pull him even closer, pulling back your head to catch a breath, and he rests his forehead against yours.
"Tonight was perfect." He utters.
"It really was."
"When… when we first met… I just wanted to be in your life somehow. Even when we weren't together anymore, I still felt like I needed you around." He sighs. "I've never had all this. And I… didn't want to let go of the moment."
"Harry…" Your hands move to the back of his head, and you pull him in for another kiss, as a twinkle of some tears begin to form. "I didn't want to either. Tonight really was perfect."
"Let's get to bed." You add.
He takes a shower and you get your nightly routine done quickly, curling into him under the covers when you both get in the bed.
With the warmth from his bare chest, and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat, you quickly start to doze off to sleep.
"I love you, Sunshine." Harry mumbles.
"I love you too, Rockstar." You mumble back, curling deeper into his body.
You are comforted by his warmth, and touch, and the subtle puffs of air you hear as you feel his chest rise and fall. You feel yourself start to drift off again when you feel him stir once more.
"Y/N?" He whispers.
"Mhmm?" You reply, snuggling him even more and trying your very best to stay awake a few seconds longer to hear what he wants to say, but your mind is quickly shutting down.
"You mean everything to me."
~~~~~
Oct 31st, 2015 - Concert Day
You lay on your side, cuddling up into Harry's body, tracing his butterfly tattoo with your finger.
"G'morning." He smirks.
"What do you think about me getting a little tattoo?" You ask timidly.
"Do you want one?"
"Yes."
"Then get it. It's your body." He replies, letting out a big exhale as he begins to wake up more, still keeping his eyes closed. "What do you want to get?"
You stay silent for a moment, too shy to give him your answer.
He opens his eyes and scoots his body away slightly so he can turn towards you.
"Why're you being quiet?" He asks, running his fingers along your figure.
"I want to get…" You clear your throat. "A few little butterflies…"
You look up to see a wide grin on his face. "Yeah?"
You nod.
"Why's that?"
You bite your lower lip and drop your gaze, but he uses his finger to lift up your chin.
"Umm… well, they symbolize transformation… and I feel like I've grown a lot this past year or so. Right?"
He nods. "Yeah."
"So yeah." You reply, pulling your lips inward before your smirk gives you away. But Harry knows you too well.
"Why else?" His palm now runs up and down your waist, holding tightly as it moves up from your hip, and all the way under your Rolling Stones shirt to your ribcage.
"Umm… because… I always feel butterflies around you." You immediately nuzzle your face into his side, hoping to hide the intense red hue that you know is forming on your cheeks.
"And I'm the sappy one?" He chuckles.
"I don't need to get it. It's a dumb idea. And it's weird. We've only been together for four months anyway."
"No." He lifts your chin up again and frowns. "A year."
"Are you that bad at math? It started over summer."
"No. It started after tour last year. I distinctly remember you seducing me at the after-party. That was the beginning." He smirks.
"First off, that's bullshit. You seduced me-"
"How 'bout mutually seduced each other?" He interrupts.
"Fine." You roll your eyes. "And secondly, we… broke up… before this tour. It was summer when we got back together."
His gaze drops for a moment and then looks back up to you.
"I don't really count that." He mutters.
"What? Why?"
He pulls his lips inward now, and lets out a strong exhale. "Umm, 'cause I still loved you the whole time."
As if you needed more proof as to why you want the tattoo, it's happening right now, the butterflies awaken and your heart starts to race.
"You are the sap." You whisper, despite the few tears threatening to expose you.
"So..." He pushes himself up and grabs your waist, rolling you onto your back so that he can hover over you. "Where do you want it?"
You bite your lower lip, lifting your shirt, and point to the spot on your rib cage under your left breast.
[Between your heart, and your stomach, where you always feel the flutters… but you're not about to give him the satisfaction of hearing that cheesy reason for the placement]
"Here?" He points with his finger, placing a gentle kiss on the spot you mentioned.
"Yeah." You smile.
He swings his leg over and maneuvers it in between yours.
"Not right here?" He asks, kissing your belly button.
You shake your head as you let out a breath.
"Or right here?" His lips move and press on your hip.
"Or… here?" You let out a breathy moan, and close your eyes, as he places a kiss on your inner thigh. You start to buck your hips at the desire for him to touch you there more, and you hear him chuckle.
"But not here." He states sternly, placing a kiss right on your clit.
"Harry…" you whisper.
"Mhmm?"
"Please."
"Oh, do you want the tattoo there?" You can actually hear him smirking.
"No." You whine. "You. I want you there."
"Okay." He quickly responds, using his tongue to travel up your entrance, more than once. His mouth moves to suck on your clit and your hands instinctively grab his long locks.
"Oh my god, H." You whisper.
"You always taste so good, babe." He hums against your skin, as he runs his fingers along you, feeling how wet you are for him. "I'll never get enough of it."
"Harry, please." You beg, and he slips his fingers inside, causing you to buck your hips up again slightly at the touch. "Yes."
He moves his body up and presses his lips against yours, continuing to pump his fingers into you, and causing you to moan against the kiss.
His tongue parts your lips and pushes in, and you match its rhythm with your own. You pull away and tilt your head back, letting out a deep breath as his lips move to your neck.
He slowly works his way down to the spot where you said you wanted the tattoo. He starts to kiss the area, nipping and sucking in between the sweet gestures.
"Oh my god." You moan. "Fuck, Harry."
He pulls his fingers back and teases adding another one by your entrance.
"Safe?"
"Y-yes."
He slowly glides them in together and draws a loud moan from your throat.
"Holy shit, H!"
"Good?"
"So… so good!"
"Want you to feel good."
"I do... with you… always…"
"Fuck I love hearing that."
He begins to pump his fingers faster, curling them up to please that spot that curls your toes. He slides his body back down, circling his tongue around your clit once he's back between your legs.
"Oh my god! Harry!"
He pulls back quickly.
"And I love hearing you moan my name."
He returns his tongue to suck, then circle, then suck again on your clit, keeping his fingers at a tantilizating pace.
"Har-... Fuck… Harry…"
His other hand grabs your outer thigh and squeezes, causing a cold shiver over your skin.
"I'm… I'm gonna… H… I'm gonna cum."
"Mhmm." He moans against you, and the pressure building in your stomach reaches its peak.
"Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh my god!"
Every muscle tenses and your tug Harry's hair, moaning loudly as the pleasure flows all over you. He slows down, but leaves his fingers to slowly move in and out as you come down from your orgasm.
You start catching your breath, and he takes his fingers out, crawling up your body. His breathing is labored as he kisses your neck.
"H, don't you wanna-"
"M'so sorry, babe. I… I kind of came… when I was down there…" he admits. "I was so turned on hearing you enjoy it so much."
"Harry." You push his body off you slightly and stare into his beautiful, pleasure-filled eyes. "You don't have to be sorry. It's… oddly kinda hot!"
He laughs. "Well, I'm glad you think so. But I don't want it to be a regular thing. I like cumming inside you way more."
He kisses your lips, passionately, then rolls off your body and onto his side.
"I think you should get the tattoo, if you really want it." He states running his finger under your left breast.
"It's not too weird?"
"It's just butterflies, Sunshine. And I liked the noises you made when I kissed this spot." He smirks.
"Yeah, but, you also have one. Does that feel too much like a 'couple' thing to do? What… what if… we br-"
"I don't plan on that happening, ever again." He states sternly. "Do you?"
You shake your head, and now the reason for the tattoo, the butterflies, flutter around again intensely.
"See? I've changed too." He grins, placing a single, sweet kiss on your cheek.
"Speaking of changing…" you start to push yourself up. "We should probably start heading over to the venue."
~~~~~
Once again, the atmosphere is bittersweet, but you can feel the energy from everyone to make this the best show ever.
You walk into the main dressing room for the last time, and are immediately met with Amelia's tear soaked face.
"Shit. No. Don't do that." You state.
"Oh shut up! I'm allowed to be emotional!" She exclaims, wiping the cheeks with the back of her hands.
"Wait…" you grab her wrists. "Is that a ring? Amelia! Is that a ring?"
She turns her palm down and shows off a brand new sparkling ring on her left hand.
"Oh! Right! This!" She giggles through her tears. "That beautiful bitch beat me to it and popped the question last night."
You let out a squeal and she quickly joins in.
"What's going on?" Natalie asks as she walks through the door.
Amelia simply flashes her new jewelry and Natalie runs over to get a closer look, joining in the squeal with the both of you.
"God it's been a wild year, huh?" She asks.
You and Natalie both nod.
"I'm engaged, Y/N is with Harry… Natalie is with Levi! No one saw that coming!"
"I'm gonna let that half insult slide." She chuckles.
"I just…" Amelia grabs one arm of each of you. "I've never been so emotional at the end of a tour. But I've never had some amazing girls to work with either!"
She removes her hands and puts an arm around each of you. "I love you both." Her tears start trickling back out.
"We love you too." Natalie chokes out, and you open your mouth but no words come out, so you just nod.
She pulls away and looks at the both of you. "We don't know what's going to happen, but I'm always here for you two. Okay?"
You both nod.
"Unless I'm on my honeymoon, then I'll be unreachable, busy with oth-"
"Okay!" Natalie blurts out, and the three of you laugh.
"Oi! The crying's over, yeah?" You hear from the doorway.
Amelia rolls her eyes. "Yes…"
"Okay, 'cause we, like, wanna have a lil 'last day of tour' hangout with you ladies."
You look at Amelia who shrugs her shoulders.
"Hey, it's the last day, everything is picked out or packed up… you're officially off duty!" She smiles, and you can tell she is holding back more tears.
"You know we've still got press and shit to do til the end of the year…" Louis states.
Amelia wipes her tears away again. "I know, you little shit. Just go… go take my girls away!"
"You just said-... oh for fucks sake… do you wanna come?" He asks you and Natalie.
"Yeah, I'll be right there." You state, nodding as Natalie follows him out.
"Hey, A…"
"Yep! Got them!" She grins, handing you a brand new shoebox.
"Oh my god! Thank you so so so much!" You beam, wrapping your free arm around her neck. "Thank you!"
"I'd do just about anything for you, girlie. And for him. Just keep it quiet, okay? Don't want the others to get jealous that they don't have someone as amazing as you!"
You shake your head and smile, walking away and heading towards Harry's dressing room, knocking on the door when you reach it.
"Umm… come in…"
You open the door and see Harry laying across the couch, his hands under his head and his feet up on the armrest on the opposite end.
He sits up and smiles as soon as he sees you.
"Why'd you knock?"
"I didn't wanna walk in on y-"
"Naked?" He laughs. "I would've preferred that."
You walk over and sit down next to him, holding the shoebox in both hands, and sitting it in your lap.
"What's that?"
"I know you had a pair before, and you lost them, so it's not really that special…" you hand him the box. "But I asked Amelia to help me find another pair for you."
He opens the box and pulls out a pair of gold Saint Laurent Chelsea boots. His eyes go wide as he pulls them out.
"Thank you, Sunshine!" He looks them over. "Wait… did you buy these or did she?"
"Umm…"
"Y/N! You didn't have to do that!" He smiles. "Wow. Thank you. I missed my other ones."
"But, these ones are… sort of… a custom pair…" You open the mouth of the boot a little to show some stitching inside. "It says Rockstar. It's super cheesy, but so are you, so I figured it would fit."
His mouth drops open and he grabs your face for a kiss.
"You are too good to me. Fuck." He grins, looking over the shoes again. "I love them."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He smiles. "And I love you too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"I love you too." You grab his face in between your hands and place a gentle kiss on his lips.
He puts the shoes back in the box and places them on the table, then he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap.
"How'd I get so lucky?"
"Well, Amelia found them. I think she had Caroline help, but I don't know."
"That's not what I meant and you know it." He gives you a playful frown.
"I know." You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He lets out a strong exhale as his gorgeous green eyes stare into yours, and gives you a sweet smile. He moves his hands up your back and you lean in for a deep kiss, running your fingers through his hair.
"Shit." Niall suddenly says. You lean your forehead against Harry's and chuckle.
"Bloody hell, Niall, you have the worst timing." Harry scowls.
"M'sorry! Ah!" He replies, flustered. "Boys were asking where Y/N was. We're all waiting."
"What 'bout me?"
"Yeah, well, figured if Y/N was coming then you would be too…" He replies, and turns around to head down the hallway.
Harry pouts as you get off his lap.
"Come on, Rockstar." You giggle, grabbing his wrist and pulling him off the couch. "Let's go hang out with our friends."
~~~~~
The common room has basically been turned into what the hotel suites look like when you all go hang out in one of them.
There's a table full of snacks, a TV with gaming console, a bunch of couches, and they somehow managed to get the ping pong table in.
Niall immediately runs up to you and grabs your hand, staring at Harry with a cheeky smile, causing him to set you free from his hold.
"Yeah, Haz, she's my friend too, ya know. Technically, I knew her first!" Niall chuckles, leading you to the ping pong table. "C'mon, Superstar, wanna play a game with me?"
You can't ignore the huge grin on his face, and it tugs at your heart. "If you wanna go down, bud!"
Harry appears standing on the side of the table, in between the both of you.
"Now, Sunshine, this isn't like Tequila Pong, okay? This is regular ping pong." He laughs.
"Oh my god! Forgot all 'bout that!" Niall joins him in laughter.
"Nat, I'm retiring from being the champ!" You shout out.
"Yeah right!" She shouts back.
"No, Sunshine, that was one of the best nights of my life!" Harry exclaims. "In fact…"
He pulls out his phone and searches through it, while you begin to hit the ping pong ball back and forth with Niall.
The ball whizzes past you as you drop your palms against the table and bend over laughing, hearing the song that Harry is playing over the speakers.
(Don't Stop Believing)
Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Going anywhere
"Oh my god, I'm never living that down am I?"
"Does anyone have a whisk lying around? This singing legend needs her whisk microphone!" Niall shouts.
"I hate you two."
"No you don't." Niall quickly replies, before grabbing his chest and bringing his paddle up to his mouth.
Don't stop believing
Hold onto that feeling
Street lights, people, oh oh!
He flails his arms and throws his head back dramatically as he sings, walking past Levi and Natalie at the snack table, and in front of Louis and Liam's game.
"We were… Nialler… we're playing…" you shake your head as he continues to sing. "Never mind then. We've lost him."
You place your paddle back on the table and look up to see Harry at the other end, with another paddle in hand.
"Rematch? Sort of?" He smirks.
"Are you sure you can handle another loss, Rockstar?"
He scoffs. "Like I said, this isn't Tequila Pong, babe. And I'm the reigning champ of this game."
"Bring. It. On."
He serves first and scores the first point, but the game ends annoyingly fast, with Harry winning the match.
[He wasn't kidding, he is the reigning champ]
"Well played, Styles." You smile, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist.
He wraps his around yours, and stares at your lips. Surprisingly, but also not surprisingly, you get butterflies again.
[He still does that to you, probably always will]
"M'gonna grab some snacks, want some?"
You nod, and make your way to the couch, where you find Niall searching for a movie.
"What are we watching?" You ask, taking a seat next to him and he rests his elbow on the armrest.
"M'tryna find 'Grease' on this damn thing." He growls.
"Yes! Perfect." You exclaim.
Harry brings over some popcorn for all of you, and hands a bowl to Niall. He takes a seat on the floor in front of you, between your legs, and wraps one arm under and around your thigh.
As the movie plays, you share some popcorn with Niall, being reminded of the time in South Africa. Even though it wasn't the best time there, you enjoyed those little moments with your friends. You clear your throat as you start to tear up, trying to keep it together for the sake of the hangout, and everyone else. Niall looks and props his arm up on the couch behind your shoulders, scooting you in a little closer.
"What's wrong?" He asks, causing Harry to turn his head around to you.
"I'm just going to miss this." You shrug.
Niall puts down the popcorn and wraps his other arm around you.
"S'gonna be fine, Superstar. We're not dying. The band's just taking a break. We'll see each other." He squeezes you tighter.
"The way Niall always shows up, we'll see him even if he isn't invited." Harry chuckles, slapping Niall on the leg.
"Hey. You're together 'cause of me. Be grateful!" He jokes.
"Wait, what?" You ask, your head turning to look between the two of them.
"Oh." His eyes shoot to Harry's, who responds with a glare. "I mean… no, it would've happened anyway."
"But…?"
"Well, that first day, after we ran into each other-"
"Literally."
"Yeah." He laughs. "I, like, went back to the boys and told 'em 'bout ya."
"Okay…"
"But, like, I told Harry how you joked with me, and how chill you seemed, 'cause you didn't freak out like most girls do. It was nice. I knew he'd definitely get along with ya. I told him so." He shrugs, and Harry subtly pokes his leg.
"What else did you tell me?" Harry teases.
"Ooh, yes. What?" You ask, extremely intrigued.
"I hate you, Harry… I told him how… beautiful you are." His head drops and blushes.
You break out into a huge laugh and wrap your arms around him for a hug. "Aww!"
"I knew instantly we would be friends, but Harry hadn't even met you and he was in love."
"Oh for fucks sake, Nialler!" Harry exclaims, turning back around to the movie.
"Sorry, sorry, he wasn't. Yet." Niall replies, then looks at you and nods, mouthing "he was", and causing you to giggle.
"We all loved you from the start, Superstar." He adds. "Well, we still do. That's how I know this isn't the end… not for our friendship…"
"I love you too." You wink, and you both turn back to the movie.
You feel Harry's arm wrap under and around your leg again, gently rubbing up and down the side.
You feel such warmth and comfort, with your boyfriend by your feet and one of your best friends by your side.
[He's right, those things won't change]
With the sound of the movie being the final comfort you need, you can feel your eyes getting a little heavy, and let out a big yawn as you feel yourself slowly drifting away.
~~~~~
<< HARRY'S POV >>
As the movie ends, Harry feels a foot tapping on his arm, and turns around to see Niall motion over to you. Your eyes are closed, your mouth slightly open, and slumped onto Niall's shoulder.
He nods at Niall, who pushes himself up gently, sliding out from under you, as Harry slides in. You nuzzle in and he kisses your forehead, causing you to hum and his heart to flutter.
"Y/N." He whispers.
You hum and nuzzle in more.
"Sunshine… you gotta wake up, babe."
You wrap your arm around his waist and he pulls you in closer, kissing your forehead again, and gently rubbing your arm.
[He can't believe how much he loves you. Niall wasn't totally wrong, it started a long time ago]
"Harry…" you whisper.
"Yeah?"
"I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way."
"Oh my god. You just used song lyrics. I broke you down." He chuckles. "We've gotta get ready. I've gotta go to our last sound check, and you said you wanted to change."
You pout and open your eyes, tipping up your head and cupping his cheek. You push yourself up and place a tender kiss on his lips.
"Alright." You smile.
"You're gonna be in the vip pit area, yeah?"
You nod.
"Good."
He sees you get a mischievous smile, and Harry furrows his brow in confusion.
"Uh oh. What?"
"Game time."
"Find you?"
You nod. "Find me during 'Stockholm Syndrome'."
"Done."
"Wanna bet?"
He wraps one arm across his body, and brings his index and thumb of the other up to his lip, tugging on it as he furrows his brow. His eyes get wide and his mouth pulls out into a wide grin.
"Winner picks where to go on holiday." He states.
"Holiday? We're going on a vacation?"
[He's wanted to do this for so long, just have some carefree, relaxing time with you. And now he will get the chance]
"F'course we are! Gonna have all the time in the world, and I wanna take you somewhere."
"Alright. Deal." You bounce up and down in excitement.
"Game on."
[But he doesn't even care if he wins this game, or where you two go, he's just excited to live with you and do life with you]
~~~~~
After getting changed into denim shorts and a white beaded black blazer, with black faux leather leggings, you track down Louis.
"Tommo!" You shout down the hallway, seeing Louis heading to the area behind the stage.
"Yes, love?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Stand over by the VIP pit area during 'Stockholm Syndrome'?"
[They're all told to space out on the stage…]
"Alright… why?"
"I'm tryna win a bet." You giggle.
[So, if he stands there, Harry can't, and you know Louis is always up for some mischief]
"Sneaky little thing, aren't ya?" He grins, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Done. See ya out there."
~~~~~
Actually being in the pit, surrounded by the family and friends of all four guys, is definitely a different experience than just watching from the crew walkway.
You can truly feel the energy of the venue from the fans, and it's absolutely electric. Plus everyone in your section is just beside themselves. A few of them, such as Liam's dad and Ben Winston, introduce themselves to you and chat for a moment. You feel so honored to be included in all of this, with all of these important people in the boys' lives.
The first several songs play, from 'Clouds' to 'Story of My Life', and it feels like each one is flying by. Everyone is belting the lyrics out, bouncing up and down excitedly, and screaming every chance they get. Even though you know how much the fans love the guys, you know that your section is on another level. Especially Liam's dad. You can hear him on the other side of the group!
Thankfully, 'Stockholm Syndrome' starts to play and your mind is distracted from the emotions building up, as you get ready to play your little game with Harry.
He starts out at the front corner, and you feel safe where you are, for now.
[Come on Louis, pull through, you want to win]
Who's this shadow
holding me hostage
I've been here for days
Suddenly, there is Louis walking up, instantly seeing and standing in front of you.
[What a good friend]
A couple of times, you notice Harry prop his foot up on the step to the walkway and look over to your section, but with the lights so dim you know he can't see you.
"Oh my god, he's trying so hard!" Natalie exclaims.
You let out a big laugh and she instantly joins in. Even though he keeps his entertainer mode on, you know he's getting mildly frustrated, and it just makes you laugh even more.
Baby look what you've done
Harry dances to the drums after his part and jumps onto the ramp in the middle of the walkway.
The other guys start heading back to the main stage too and you figure you have won, but Harry suddenly skips back down to the part of the stage right in front of you, smiling directly at you as he continues to sing the chorus.
Baby look what you've done to me
Baby you've got me tied down
You scrunch up your nose and he smiles again, turning around and heading towards the walkway as the song finishes.
"Damn it." You mumble.
"You were so fucking close!" Natalie laughs.
"Guess we aren't going to Italy." You shrug. "But I don't really care."
The concert goes on, and everyone remains at their peak energetic levels- the guys, the fans, the people in your section.
Song after song, you dance, jump, and sing, and Harry comes over to you every chance he gets.
You are a little bummed that they were back on the main stage for 'Steal My Girl', but as soon as the first chords of 'Act My Age' start to play, they make their way back down towards you all.
You can't help but have a huge smile on your face, and dance around to match their energy. It's always been a fun song, but this time it's being taken to another level.
They get to the second chorus and Louis walks closer, grinning widely at your group and the fans behind you, causing everyone around you to point back as they sing.
I won't act my age
No I, won't act my age
No I'll still feel the same
and you will too
Hey!
Liam walks up next to Louis as he points to the people in your section. Liam starts to jump up and down, pumping his hands up to get everyone else to jump during the fun part of the song.
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
At the end of the bridge, Harry walks over in front of you, waving at a couple of fans in the crowd when the chorus starts again, then focusing his gaze right on you. He smiles as he holds his mic to the crowd.
No I'll still feel the same
about you
Niall walks over and now all the boys are there, spread out in front of the entire VIP section.
I won't act my age
No I, won't act my age
No I'll still feel the same
and you will too
Hey!
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Suddenly, all four jump around, hands in the air, causing your entire section to jump along with them, and belt out that part until the song ends.
The lights come up and they hang around that side of the stage as Liam makes a joke about how his dad is jumping around in the pit.
"No, seriously, we love all of you…" he states, motioning along the barricade to the whole group.
Someone down the other end signals for them to play the end of the song again, which the band picks up on, and everyone starts jumping around once more.
It happens again. And again.
Harry walks towards the other side of the stage.
"The people over here are like 'not again… we can't join in'..." So he looks at the band and holds his finger up. "One more time for everyone else!"
And they play it again. Each time, everybody is jumping around, singing along, laughing and dancing with the four guys who mean so much to them. To you. And if that wasn't a perfect representation of who they are, and the time you've spent with them, you don't know what is.
The concert continues with 'What Makes You Beautiful', and the vigorous spirit hasn't died down.
But then it's time for 'Drag Me Down', the very last song of this show, and of the tour. You take a deep breath as you prepare for an emotional experience.
Niall starts to make a speech, and Harry bends down to talk to a security guard. The man comes up to you, and another security guard, letting you know that they'll take you and Natalie backstage as soon as the guys exit too.
He looks over to you and then gives the men a thumbs up, telling them thank you.
Natalie elbows your side and you look over to her, seeing her slightly misty eyes. "Are you listening to Niall?"
You shake your head.
"Good, you'd be fucking losing it." She smiles.
"When did I become the more emotional one?" You frown.
"When you met Harry." She laughs, wiping the couple of tears that escaped.
Then you turn back to the stage, as Niall continues.
"Touring is the best part of what we do. And I think that's why it's a little emotional for us tonight, because we have, as I said, we've played so many shows around the world, every corner of the globe we've been to and, uh, we're obviously gonna miss it. So that's why it's a little bit emotional for us tonight.
[Shit. You can feel them. The tears, damn it. You want to be able to actually see them perform the last song…]
"I would like to thank the boys, the three other boys. For… for having me…" he chuckles, the quietest laugh you've ever heard from him. "I've had a great time boys, I love you very much, uh, thank you."
[Yep, here they come. Can't stop them]
They all gather in the center of the stage for a group hug and that's when you lose it.
[This is it, it's really all coming to an end]
The song starts to play, and all throughout, the guys are blowing kisses or waving to the fans, as well as shaking hands and patting each other on the back.
You do your best to sing along through 'Drag Me Down', watching the boys give it their all. And suddenly, it's the last chorus.
Nobody can drag me down
Nobody nobody
Nobody can drag me down
Nobody nobody
Harry leans his mic stand and looks over to you as you try to wipe away the tears that keep streaming down your face.
Nobody can drag me
Doooooooooooown
Nobody can drag me
Doooooooooooown
Nobody can drag me down
"Thank you Sheffield!" Harry exclaims.
They give individual hugs, or at least you think that's what they're doing because you can't see through the water that is still consistently filling your eyes. They're silhouettes make their way to the main stage, bringing the band down, and taking two bows, with a lot of thanks given in between.
And that's it. That's the end of the 'On The Road Again' tour. That's the end of touring, period.
[At least for now]
~~~~~
You run backstage as soon as the security guards open up the barricade for you.
Harry, Niall, Liam, and Louis are standing around chatting with the boys in the band, and you walk up to stand next to Harry, still wiping tears from your eyes.
You look over to see Niall trying his best to hold it together. You would totally give him a big hug but you know he'll break, and then you will too, so you'll save it for another time.
Louis is cracking jokes, and Liam is chatting away with everyone, but Harry is quietly observing. You bump his hip with your own and he looks down at you, a smile quickly appearing on his face.
[It looks… grateful… like he's happy you got him out of his thoughts]
"Hello gorgeous." He wraps his arm around your shoulder and kisses your temple. "It was good, right? Like, umm, do you think the fans enjoyed it?"
You see his eyes drop, with a stern look on his face, and you can feel his thumb pushing his rings around his fingers, so you grab that hand.
"Harry, it was amazing. Honestly, I'm not just saying this, it was probably the best show you guys have ever done."
He lets out a deep exhale and gives you another smile.
"You ended it exactly how you wanted to. You gave them your all." You add.
"I love you. I'm so glad you're here with me."
"I wouldn't be anywhere else, Rockstar."
"Yeah, speaking of…" he smirks. "I won the game!"
You roll your eyes. "Yeah, at the very last minute."
"It's still a win!" His mouth drops open dramatically.
"So… where are we gonna go?" You ask, wrapping one arm around his waist.
"Oi! So did your plan work then?" Louis asks as he walks by. "Tried to block his way s'much as I could."
"Damn it, Tommo!" You shout, and he winces at the response.
"Shit, sorry, love." He pulls his lips in and walks away.
"You cheat!" Harry exclaims, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. "Doesn't matter, I won anyway."
"So where are we going?" You wrap your arms around his neck.
"Somewhere with a beach." He bites his lower lip. "Wanna see you in a swimming costume as much as possible."
You stick your tongue out between your teeth, then pull his head down for a kiss.
"I'd go anywhere with you, H."
"Yeah?" He grins.
"You could've picked L.A. and I would've agreed in a heartbeat."
"I'll take you all over the world if you want."
"That'll take a long time." You smile.
He takes in a deep breath and exhales with a smile, holding the back of your head and pulling you in for a much deeper kiss. You practically melt in his arms, like you have many times before, and you smile against his lips.
He pulls back and his gorgeous green eyes stare right into yours.
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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CHAPTER 34
WHAT A FEELING TO BE RIGHT HERE BESIDE YOU NOW
A/N: This relationship... I feel like they were just kids when they met. So unsure... look where they are now! They are basically my babies, as weird as that might be to say. Anyway, enjoy.
Harry pulls his face away and looks up to you. "Does it feel good, babe?"
"Yes. Definitely." You reply.
"Good." He smirks, before returning his tongue to your clit.
With his back against the granite bench behind him, sitting between your legs with your thigh resting on his shoulder, you steady yourself with your hand on the wall beside you and use the other to grab his hair.
"It feels so good." You breathe out. "So good."
As one hand grips your outer thigh, he continues to pump his other fingers in and out of you, retrieving moan after moan from your lips.
Your hand tightens its grip on his curls as you feel the tightness in your stomach reach its max.
"Harry, I'm… gonna…"
"Cum. Do it, Sunshine. Please." He responds, pumping his fingers quicker and curling them to reach that tantalizing spot inside of you, returning his tongue to your flesh.
"Oh god… right… there… yeah…" You utter.
He sucks on your clit and your legs start to shake as you try to somehow grip to the wall to steady yourself.
"Har-... oh fuck… I'm… oh god… H, fu-... fuck…"
Your entire body tightens and holds itself still as you feel the sensational pleasure course through your veins.
Harry licks vigorously as you melt down onto him, giving kisses on each leg, then quickly stands up and pulls down the pants he already had unbuttoned. He grabs your thigh and holds it against his hip. With his other hand, he strokes his cock quickly and then lines his tip up with your entrance, sliding in with ease.
"Ha-... Fuck, Harry…"
The sensitivity, plus the size of him, sends a shiver through your spine. Your mouth drops open and you throw your head back, unable to control the moan that leaves your lips.
"Quiet, baby. Please. You want the others to hear?"
Your head comes back down to him and you smirk. "Maybe."
He smirks back, beginning to thrust in and out, and quickening his pace every time he enters you again.
"Fuck I love being… inside of you." He states, kissing the spot on your neck that only he can.
"I wanna… feel you deeper…" you whisper.
"Baby I'm… I'm already so deep." He whispers back against your skin.
"Please, H. Please." You beg.
He maneuvers your bodies around so that your back is pressed hard against the wall, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist and holding your other hip, as you keep your thigh by his.
He begins to thrust in harder, your bodies slamming against each other with such intensity, and you grab his hair.
"Oh fuck Y/N. Fuck."
"Oh my god, yes."
He grunts with every movement, holding you down so he can get as deep as possible, thrusting hard and fast, in and out.
"You close, baby?" Harry asks, returning his lips to the spot on your neck.
"Yes… oh god, yes…"
He pumps more, in and out, as you move your hands to hold onto his shoulders.
"Oh… oh my god…" You moan.
"Fuck, you feel so good." He moans back.
"I'm… I'm gonna…"
"Cum baby…" he pants out. "Cum on me."
"Oh my god, H-...Harry."
"Y/N… oh-... Baby, I'm s-so close." He moans. "Need you to cum."
"I'm… yes, H… oh god… oh god… oh god." You throw your head back and grip his shoulders harder as you squeeze his cock with your walls. Every muscle in your body contracts as you reach your orgasm, feeling every motion of his thrusts as he gets closer to his own.
Y/N… fuck… Y/N…" he thrusts faster, in and out, hitting deeper every time he enters. "Y/N."
He thrusts in hard one last time and fills you up completely with his release. He stays in place, keeping his cock buried inside you, and kisses your neck as his body comes down from it all.
"Fuck." He breathes out, closing his eyes and smiling as he finally catches his breath.
You grab his face with your hands and plant a kiss on his lips. "I can't believe I just joined the mile high club in the bathroom of a private jet!"
He chuckles. "You said you wanted to…"
Your jaw drops and you smack his arm. "I said I wanted something to calm me down, because I hate flying…"
His dimples cave in deeply, smirking as he pulls out, cleans you both off, and pulls his pants up.
"Did it work?"
You bite your lower lip as you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him closer to you.
"Yeah." You kiss him gently.
"Think Nat and Levi noticed?"
"Doubt it, either they're asleep, or they're doing it in the other bathroom." You giggle.
"Good." He bites his lip. "Because it's a long trip, and I know flying makes you nervous."
"Oh." You wink, biting your own lip. "So I might need some help calming down again?"
He plants a quick kiss on your lips. "Just lemme know if you do. I'm sure I can think of something."
~~~~~
Sept 25, 2015 - Concert Day
You pace back and forth in the main dressing room, stopping every once in a while to randomly rearrange the racks.
"Y/N…" Natalie chuckles. "Y/N/N…"
Your head shoots over to her, but your body continues to move around the room.
"He met your family. Why are you so freaked out about meeting his?"
"He's so charming, I wasn't worried about him meeting mine. But this… this is Anne, Nat! She's like… royalty! What if I'm not as good with parents as he is?"
"That's ridiculous. You're loved by everyone you meet!"
She walks over to you and grabs your shoulders, causing your body to stop in place.
"I love you. So I say this with love…" She stares into your eyes. "Get a fucking grip."
You take a deep breath and nod, feeling the nerves melt away, until you hear a knock on the doorframe.
"Hey Sunshine! You done here?" He asks, with a beaming grin. "Mum is settled in m'dressing room, so… figured it might be a good time for you to come… if you're ready."
You chuckle as you see him slightly bouncing up and down with anticipation.
"Umm…" you look over to Natalie.
"Yep! We're all done here!" She states loudly, causing you to quickly shoot her a glare.
"Perfect!" He walks over to grab your hand and leads you out of the room and down the hallway.
You fidget with his fingers with every step, clearing your throat occasionally as you feel it getting drier by the second.
"Sunshine?"
"Yeah?" You look over to him.
"You know you don't have anything to be nervous 'bout, right?"
You shrug.
"Y/N, s'just my mum."
"Yeah, Harry, it's your mom. She's the most important person in your life! Of course I'm nervous."
"One of them."
"What?"
"She's one of the most important people in my life." He grins, squeezing your hand as he starts to slow down.
He looks to the door of his personal dressing room, turning you to face him completely, then wrapping his arms around your waist.
"She is going to love you." He smiles. "Probably not as much as I do, but that's understandable."
You smile and shake your head, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"Alright Rockstar. Let's do this."
He takes your hand again as he opens the door with his other.
Immediately you see Anne stand up from the couch, her eyes wide and a big smile on her face as she walks over to the both of you.
"Hi. I'm… Y/N." You reach your hand out to shake hers.
She looks back up to you with a smile. "Could I give you a hug, darling? I'm a hugger!"
You let out a small giggle and move a foot closer to her, reaching out your arms and suddenly being wrapped up in a warm hug.
[This is where Harry gets it from]
She is just as comforting as her son, potentially even more if you stay in that embrace long enough.
"I'm happy to be here." She pulls away and looks directly into your eyes.
"I am too, it should be a good show!" You reply.
She looks over to Harry and then back at you. "I'm sure, but I mean I'm happy I finally get to meet you!"
"Oh!" You look down as a blush spreads over your cheeks.
"Do you have some time to sit and chat?" She asks, motioning over to the chair she was just seated on.
You look at Harry, seeing the widest grin stretched across his face.
"Why do you think I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans? I wanted to have loads of free time tonight."
You roll your eyes. "Any other day I'd protest, but this time it makes sense."
You look back to Anne and sit on the corner of the couch closest to the chair. Harry gives no hesitation in sitting next to you, with his arm across the back of the couch behind you.
"So, Y/N, Harry's told me loads about you…" she looks over and gives him a wink, causing him to cover his face with his hand. "So I won't ask the typically boring, background questions. Do you know what you'll do during this break the boys are taking?"
You straighten up, taking a moment to answer as that topic has been at the back of your mind lately, due to their current, chaotic schedule.
[Or maybe because it is so uncertain]
"No, I actually don't know." You shrug.
"Well, from what I've heard, you're great at your job! I'm sure you won't have any problems finding something to do!" She replies.
"Maybe I'll be able to do some styling with more… exciting outfits." You clear your throat. "He picks plain ones on purpose."
She chuckles. "On purpose?"
"Hey. It's a good reason!" He squeezes your forearm. "M'just tryna spend time with her."
You stick your tongue out between your teeth and momentarily forget his mum is there, as your eyes study everything about his face. Even with his joking defensiveness, his body language is so much more relaxed with his mom here.
"Don't be a little shit, Harry, let her do her job! You're boring her!"
"Yeah! You're boring me!" You laugh with Anne.
"Alright, I see you've already teamed up and I have soundcheck so m'leaving." He glares between the two of you.
"Yes, I'm sure that's the reason, Sweetheart." Anne winks.
"M'suddenly unsure if you should sit together during the show." He states.
"Wait, what?" Your eyes widen and your heart rate increases.
"Was gonna have you sit in the vip section with my mum, yeah? They'll get you drinks and stuff if you want."
Your friendly butterflies wake up and you can feel the smile that spreads across your face as you nod.
"Yeah." You utter, unable to raise your volume any louder.
"I'll be back in a bit." He gives you a kiss on the cheek, then stands and walks over to give Anne one as well.
"I'll take good care of her." Anne exclaims.
"Yeah…" He glares. "S'what I'm worried 'bout."
"Oh hush." She replies, waving him to get out of the door.
"So, darling, how was your mum's wedding? That was a couple of weeks ago right?"
"Oh! Wow. I didn't know Harry told you. Yeah, it was." You sit up straighter. "It was so nice. Really sweet."
"And you like Dave, I'm assuming. I'm hoping." She grins.
You nod. "He is amazing. I'm glad they found each other. Very few people get to find love like that. He's truly the best possible person for my mom, you know?"
"I do." She nods, looking over with the most tender expression. "I know exactly what you mean."
"He cherishes her. That's the best feeling in the world. At least, that's how I feel." You suddenly pull your lips inward, preventing a sappy smile from displaying. "But yes, the wedding was wonderful."
"Harry said Dave is now a huge 1D fan!" She laughs. "Have they been to a show?"
"No, I hadn't invited them to any yet." You furrow your brows. "Then again, I didn't think we'd have a deadline."
"Well, I know it's difficult to coordinate, but I do hope they can see one show. Maybe Harry can figure something out? I'd love to meet them!"
"Really?" Your eyes widen, not meaning to just blurt that out.
"Of course, darling, you're a big part of Harry's life… most of it, by the way he talks about you… only makes sense to meet them sometime."
You clear the lump from your throat and try to calm the goosebumps forming on your skin.
[Harry's mom… wants to meet your family…]
"I'm sure they'd love that." You feel another blush forming. "They loved him when they met him."
"Aww, that's nice to know." She grins. "I hope he was a gentleman."
You instantly nod. "Oh, definitely. He always is."
"Good."
"That's because of you." You add. "He… he really treats me so well, sometimes too well I feel like. I'm very lucky."
She suddenly brings her hands to her cheeks, then reaches out and grabs your hand.
"I'm starting to think he's the lucky one, Y/N."
She goes on to ask about your childhood and your time at fashion school. You want to know more about her, so you ask about her own upbringing and what she did before her son became a megastar.
You are so tuned into the conversation that you almost don't notice as Harry comes bounding back in. The two of you stop talking and straighten up as he walks through the door.
"Alright, you two. That's enough bonding." He states, giving you both a smirk.
"Harry, sweetheart, I'm sorry but…" her pause causes Harry to stand up straight and drop his smile. "You're going to be wearing boring outfits from now on, because I'm taking her home with me!"
The two of you giggle and you watch Harry's shoulders drop in relief.
"Really not sure if I like this." He points between the two of you and winks.
"Can't undo this, H." You stick your tongue about between your teeth and stand up with Anne, linking arms.
Your heart flutters as you see the wide grin that reappears on Harry's face as his eyes flicker between yours and Anne's.
"It's, umm…" he drops his head for a moment and smiles, before looking back up to you. "It's probably time to get your seats."
"Oh, yes! Let's go then." Anne states, enthusiastically, keeping her arm linked with yours.
The two of you walk out into the hallway in front of him and you turn around to see him shuffling to catch up.
As he reaches your side, he grabs your free hand and gives it a quick squeeze.
You arrive at the curtain to head out into the arena, and Harry pulls you around to give you a kiss, but growls.
"Mum, geez, let go of her for a second."
She removes her arm, placing her hands on her hips, and rolls her eyes as she turns to peek out of the curtain.
He wraps his arms around your waist and presses his forehead against yours. "Still feel nervous?"
"No." You whisper.
"I love this." He brings his hands up to your cheeks and presses his lips against yours. "And I love you."
"I love you too, H."
He gives you another kiss and lets go as he moves to give his mum a hug.
"I love you too my little darling, baby boy!" She states, squeezing his cheeks.
"Oh my god." He rolls his eyes, giving her a quick hug, and motioning for security to take you to your seats.
You make your way to the family vip section with Anne. It's not as close as the usual spots you stand in, but now you get a good view of the entire stage. She introduces you to a few other people, then you both pick a seat.
"Do you get to watch the shows often?" Anne asks.
"Umm… I didn't at first. I got to come out for one song, a couple of times, but we were still getting the hang of everything so we had a lot to do." You shrug. "I think I've only watched one full show all the way through. But now I come out for at least one song at every show."
"Oh I bet the boys love that."
"I love doing it for them. I love supporting them and I love seeing them do something that truly makes them happy." You look out to the stage for a moment before looking back at her. "I love them."
"And they love you, Y/N." She brings her hand over her heart. "I know one in particular who really loves you a lot."
Your heart rate picks up and you grin from ear to ear. "Well, Niall is one of my best friends."
Anne lets out a laugh before quickly covering her mouth. She gently grabs your forearm as she catches her breath.
"He is lovable, isn't he?"
You both giggle and then you place your hand over hers.
"I really do…" you feel another blush flood your cheeks and pull in your lips, before exhaling heavily through your nose. "I really do love Harry."
She moves her hand from your arm and wraps hers around your shoulders, bringing you closer for a slight squeeze. "Thank you."
The lights dim and the intro starts to play, so you both join in with the fans, to scream for the boys.
'No Control' is first on the setlist, and of course you immediately start to dance around.
During 'Better Than Words', Harry does his famous little crotch grab and you instantly cover your eyes as you hear Anne growl.
"Oh geez." She mumbles. "Never fails to make me roll my eyes, that part."
"I know what you mean."
She looks over at you and studies your face. "Could I just ask you something?"
"Sure." You clear your throat and straighten up.
"Does it bother you when he does stuff like that? Grabbing himself…" She shakes her head. "Or smiling or winking at fans? I'm quite aware that they swoon over him."
"No." You shrug.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I can't explain it, but I guess I know what this is, so it doesn't bother me."
"What do you mean?"
"He is a genuine person, but the entertainer side of him takes over when he performs on stage. I get it. He is theirs when he is on stage, as Harry Styles, just as much as he is… mine… as just Harry, when he's not." You give her a small smile. "We've been through too much for me to be bothered by it now."
"Plus…" You add. "I can't really blame any fan for falling in love with him… I did… I'm just the one lucky enough to be truly, umm, truly loved back by him."
You see her smile and she grabs your hand. "Well then…" She clears her throat and gives your fingers a squeeze. "I'm glad he has you now."
You both turn back to the boys and watch as they finish singing 'Story of My Life'. She sits down, but you continue to dance and sing along to every song that plays.
Even during the slower songs you remain standing, watching the boys, but mainly Harry, put their all into them.
As '18' ends, Harry takes his mic and begins to walk around on stage, moving down the walkway.
"I- I'm having a very good time. Uh, got some family in the audience." He pauses as he slows his walking pace, stopping as he looks over to the vip section. "I'd just like to point out… I've been watching. The only person that's been dancing, and up, and clapping the whole time… is the non-blood relative. What is wrong with that?"
[Wait… is he talking about you?]
He makes eye contact with you and Anne, causing you both to giggle. He moves on to talk about his cousin Ben, whom you had just met earlier, making fun of how tall he is. And it's true, the guy is a giant.
'Where Do Broken Hearts Go' is the next song to play, and Anne stands up to sing along, and joins in as you jump around the entire song.
The rest of the show is filled with singing, dancing, and laughing, all of which you are so happy to be doing with Anne. It's so easy, and comfortable, being around Harry's mom, and you like this feeling.
[You really, really like this feeling]
~~~~~
<< HARRY'S POV >>
After getting off stage, Harry sprints back to his dressing room, excited to see you both there.
He walks in and goes to hug you, but you subtly shake your head.
"Your mom first, Harry." You whisper.
He smiles and moves past you, wrapping his arms around Anne.
"Wonderful job, sweetheart." She states, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
He turns to you and raises his eyebrows. "Now?" He mutters, causing you to giggle and nod.
He walks over and wraps his arms around your waist, looking over at his mom, seeing her chuckle as she covers her eyes. "Go on."
You wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans in for a passionate kiss. He doesn't hesitate to hold the back of your head to deepen the kiss, and you exhale against his lips.
"Alright, alright." He hears his mum state.
"I saw Y/N having fun, the whole time…" he smirks. "But did you have fun, Mum?"
You swat his arm and Anne giggles.
"Thank you, Y/N, I was about to do the same." She states.
"This really wasn't my best idea, bringing you two together." He chuckles.
"She already told you, can't undo this. We are bonded for life!" She replies, causing Harry to stare down into your eyes and give you the happiest smile he's ever given to anyone.
"I guess that's fine." He utters.
You bite your lower lip as you stare back up at him, but let out an exhale and pat his chest with your hands.
"Unfortunately, we do have to separate for a bit. I have some teardown work to do."
You give him a quick kiss on the lips and reach out to give Anne a hug. She pulls you in quickly and holds you tight.
"I'm so glad I got to meet you."
"Mum, she's coming back…" Harry exclaims.
"But I'll miss this precious thing!" She replies, finally pulling away and looking at him.
"Yeah, I do understand that feeling." He gives you a wink.
"And now I think I understand where you get your sappiness from." You joke to Harry.
"Alright, leave us saps to be sappy then, Sunshine." He replies, giving you another wink as you walk out.
"Well, Mum, didn't I tell y-"
Instantly Anne walks over and grabs Harry's arms.
"Sweetheart, she is an absolute gem. I just love her." She smiles, and he sees some gloss form in her eyes.
"I love her too."
"And she definitely loves you, Harry."
He smirks as she grabs his face. "It makes me happy to see you so happy."
"Thanks Mum." He holds her shoulders and gives her a kiss on her cheek. "I want to do whatever it takes to make her happy too."
"What does that mean?"
"I, umm, would definitely like your opinion on something I've been thinking 'bout… a 'next step' sort of idea."
"Anything, sweetheart. I actually want to suggest something to you too." She points down to the couch and they sit. "But you go first."
~~~~~
You lay in bed with Harry, your body pressed up against his back, with one arm under your head and the other wrapped around his chest.
"I had a really good time with your mom tonight." You state, pressing kisses on his shoulder.
"She loves you." He grabs your hand, bringing it up to his mouth to place a few gentle kisses on your fingertips. "My favorite women, getting along… makes me happy."
You nuzzle into his shoulder blade and smile.
"Makes me happy too, H."
You give him another kiss, but then prop yourself up and grab his shoulder, turning him onto his back. He pouts and you raise an eyebrow at him.
"Gemma isn't one of your favorite women?"
"She's… well, you and Mum are tied for first place. That won't change. Can't do anything about that." He shrugs, giving you a cheesy smile. "Gemma comes in second."
"I feel like I should let her know that when I meet her." You joke. He pinches your side, causing you to fall on his body in a fit of laughs.
He suddenly stops and you pull yourself up to see him pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh god. If I think you and my mum are trouble together, then you and Gemma definitely will be!" He exclaims.
"Oh, now I really can't wait to meet her!" You giggle.
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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CHAPTER 27 -
WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS EVER BEHIND ME
A/N: Oooooh oooh oooh! Strap in my friends. This one is just... a bit of a wild ride!
>> Warnings: Some language, jealousy, unsupportive behavior, accusations of cheating, but there's some good stuff too! Angsty!
~~~~~
May 10th, 2015
Your leg is bouncing while you sit on the couch with Natalie and Levi, waiting for Ryan to come over for dinner.
"Y/N/N, take a breath. I'm sure it'll be fine." Natalie states.
You shrug. "He wasn't super excited the last time I mentioned it…"
"Oh, yeah." She gives you an awkward smile, which causes your stomach to knot up.
You take a few deep breaths to try to get your body to calm down.
[You're probably are making this a bigger deal than it actually will be]
There is a quick knock on the door and Ryan enters.
"Hey, hey!"
"Hey, in here!" You reply, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.
He comes to the living room and leans down to give you a kiss. You grab the back of his head to deepen it.
[Maybe it will butter him up a bit]
He grins and sits down next to you.
"Mmm… what was that for?" He asks.
"Because I wanted to." You respond, clearing your throat. "And because I have something to tell you." You muster a smile.
"Okay…" his eyes widen, with a look of concern appearing on his face.
"It's good! It's a good thing… okay, here it is…" You let out a heavy breath. "I'm gonna go back on tour."
Ryan isn't saying anything, just looking straight at you.
"Why?" He asks, with a stern tone.
"Well… because I love it and I miss it so much." You reply, a little put off by his answer.
"I thought you loved the job here…" he responds, displaying a small frown on his face. "They offered you a full time position."
"Yeah, I did love it. It's just… it's just not what I want to do. I love touring more." You shrug.
"When did you decide this?"
"Yesterday, pretty much. When I was hanging out with the guys at the studio." You replied, a small smile appearing on your face as you remember the fun you had. Then a nervous smile appears, remembering that Ryan didn't know that.
"The studio? What?"
"Oh, yeah, they were in town to record." You reply, shrugging casually once again. "I don't get to see them much anymore. So we hung out."
He clears his throat, still frowning, and looks at the ground.
"Umm… okay… well, I guess that's that then." He shrugs.
You put your hand on his, and he looks up at you. "Hey, it'll be okay. Don't worry."
He nods. "Yeah." He clears his throat again, leans back into the couch, and looks over to Natalie and Levi. "So what are we watching?"
Pizza finally arrives and you all grab a slice for yourselves. The room is quiet while you watch the movie, and there is a mild tension in the room.
You can't seem to pay attention to what's playing, you're very much in your head, about your decision and Ryan's reaction.
[Is it really so wrong that you want to do this?]
~~~~~
Once the pizza is gone and the movie is finished, Ryan turns to you, leaning in.
"Can we chat in your room real quick?" He asks in a whisper.
You nod and lead the way back.
Once inside, you turn around and see his expression is serious.
"Why do you want to go back on tour?"
"I told you, I love it and I miss it." You reply.
He clears his throat, still looking down. "And… that's the real reason?"
"What? Yes." You frown. "Ry… what are you worried about?"
He shakes his head. "I don't know."
"Are y-... Are you worried about Harry?" You ask, walking closer.
He shrugs. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Hey…" you put your hands on his shoulders. "There's nothing to worry about. He has a girlfriend."
He frowns and lifts up his head. "And you…?"
"You! I have you!" You hold his face. "We are good. This is good. Okay? It's so good and easy with us."
"Yeah. It is." He nods.
You pull in for a deep kiss, still feeling unsettled in a way that you know will bother you all night.
Ryan decides to just go home, claiming he has to work early again tomorrow.
Natalie comes into your room and plops herself down right next to you on the bed.
"Did you two work things out?" She winks.
"Maybe? I don't really know." You sigh and shrug.
"Oh." She scoots closer. "What's going on?"
"Am I stupid for going back?" You ask, shaking your head, and questioning all of your decent decisions.
She lifts her head to look at you, and you finally remove your gaze from your fidgety hands.
"Well, would you stay… for Ryan?"
That question causes a knot to form in your stomach again.
"Umm… I… don't think I would." You exhale strongly. "I don't want to stay."
"Okay. And…" she pauses as she turns her body a little more in your direction. "Are you going… for Harry?"
"What?" You question, frowning as your mouth drops open at the suggestion of that possibility. "No! I just want my job back!"
She throws her hands up in defense.
"Okay! Okay! Well, I'm biased, I want you with me." She smirks. "So, like, is it weird you'll be working with your ex? Kind of. Maybe. I mean, in any normal situation it's probably not ideal."
You sigh.
"But…" she adds, "we don't have normal jobs. You love doing it and you were a total badass at it!" She chuckles. "You're far from stupid. And you need to do what makes you happy."
"So what do I do about Ryan?"
"You… need to do what makes you happy." She reiterates.
"You don't think I'm happy?" You ask, with a lump in your throat.
She isn't answering right away, and you feel as if you can almost see her mind searching for the right answer.
"I just want to make sure that you are Y/N/N. Whatever that means. You deserve to be."
~~~~~
May 20th, 2015
You wake up to a text notification.
:ryan: happy birthday punk! :)
:ryan: sorry i'm working so much
:ryan: promise i'll make it up to you
Suddenly the smell of coffee and baked goods ignites your senses, which gets you out of bed instantly.
As you walk into the kitchen, the beautiful smell is overwhelming.
"Happy birthday babe!" Natalie shouts.
You look at the counter and see different pastries, bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit.
"Aww, you're giving me fifteen extra pounds and a heart attack?" You laugh, walking over to her and squeezing her in a hug. "Thanks Nat."
"I'm trying to get an edge on you, beautiful."
"Oh, shut up!" You reply.
"We both have the whole day free, so I have some things planned for you!"
"What? Nat, no, you don't need to do anything." You state.
"I want to. Now shut up, eat up, and then get dressed. We're going out, birthday babe!" She chuckles.
"Yes ma'am!"
~~~~~
After seeing a movie, having lunch, and then going for a run, Natalie has instructed you to take a shower to go out again.
"What are we doing now?"
"There's one more surprise." She admits. "But that's all I'm saying."
You grumble.
"The car will be here in an hour." She states.
"What? What car?"
"We have a private car picking us up." She smirks. "I didn't plan tha-"
"Who did?" You interrupt. "Ryan? He's not actually working late, is he?"
You chuckle and she shakes her head. "It… No, I'm not saying another word."
You raise your eyebrow at her, but she shakes her head.
"Now, there's a new outfit for you in your closet, go and put that on."
"Geez, so bossy on my birthday!" You laugh, as you head back to your room.
You see the cream corset that is laying under a sheer black overlay with puffy sleeves and black polka dots. There is also a pair of solid black jeans and a black belt with a gold Gucci belt. Beside all of that are some black heeled boots and a pair of gold earrings.
"Natalie!" You shout. "It's too much!"
"For fucks sake, just put it on!" She replies, causing you to burst out laughing.
As you dress yourself, you receive a few pings from your phone.
You finish getting ready, with your hair curled and put back into a low ponytail, leaving some random curls out around your face.
Natalie whistles as you walk to the front door. "Wow! Damn. If you weren't my best friend, I'd hate you." She laughs, and you join in. "And the blindfold will match perfectly!"
"Blindfold? What the fuck, Nat!" You exclaim, seeing pretend to zip up her lips. "If you weren't my best friend, I'd hate you!"
She gives you a dramatic wink. "You're not gonna say that later."
~~~~~
The car pulls up to a private parking lot, and the driver announces that you have arrived. Natalie places the blindfold on you.
"You're up to some sneaky shit." You chuckle.
She guides you through the lot, and when you stop, you can hear a lot of muffled noise. It sounds like music is playing, and a lot of people are talking. Then you hear a door open.
Natalie gives your names to whoever is at the door, and then guides you inside a building. The music and talking get a lot louder and you suddenly feel a large, warm hand gripping yours. With Natalie still by your side, you take the hand and it squeezes yours.
[It's Ryan, those little sneaks]
After walking up some stairs and finally coming to a stop, Ryan's hand still holding yours, Natalie finally goes to remove your blindfold.
It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust, but as they come to focus, you can see a small stage down in front of you. You look around it and see a sign that reads 'Rolling Stones'. You quickly snap your head to Natalie and see that she is grinning, but she instantly looks and motions behind you.
You turn around, ready to jokingly scold Ryan for pretending he was working tonight.
"What the hell?" You whisper.
"Surprise!" Harry exclaims. "Happy birthday!"
"What's going on?" You ask, looking around to see the room filled with people. And not just any people, but so many celebrities.
"They are having a secret, surprise gig, and when I found out it was on your birthday I called Natalie." He explains, nodding in her direction.
You turn back to her, mouth open in disbelief.
"He said you had to come. It wasn't really a question, and I wasn't going to argue it! It's the fucking Rolling Stones! So, I negotiated my own invite." She laughs.
"I…" you look back between the two, still shocked that you are there, and still shocked that Harry is too.
"I…"
You try to push out the words but you can't. Tears immediately flood your eyes and you unintentionally let out a whimper.
"You guys…" you shake your head in disbelief.
Harry wraps one arm around your shoulders and leans in. "You deserve it. Enjoy it. Please."
You nod, tears still flowing down your cheeks. He kisses your temple, then quickly pulls back.
"Sorry." He says, clearing his throat. "Happy birthday."
He drops his arm and puts both hands in his pockets.
As you wipe your tears away, doing your best not to ruin your makeup, you catch him looking at you again.
"What?" You giggle.
He shakes his head. "I don't know if it's weird for me to say."
"Just tell me." You demand.
He clears his throat. "Umm… I just… you look… gorgeous." You see a deep red hue flooding his cheeks.
You inhale sharply. "Thank you." You feel a sudden heat invade your own cheeks, and thankfully the lights dim right then as the intro music starts to play.
Natalie grabs your arm and squeals as you see the band enter on to the stage.
"This is fucking insane." You mutter, as an overwhelming feeling rises up inside.
Then 'Wild Horses' starts to play. Tears form in your eyes with the very first chords of the song. It is one of your favorites and you can't believe you are lucky enough to be seeing it played live.
Trying to keep yourself from fainting, you unintentionally grab Harry's hand. He glances over to you at the moment, but your gaze stays forward, just enjoying what you are watching. You notice your hand lingering there a few extra seconds and end up turning towards him with a huge smile. He pulls his lips inward and raises his eyebrows, giving you a wink as his dimples appear on display.
You can't help but giggle.
He mouths 'happy birthday', squeezing your hand once more before letting it go, and you find yourself feeling a little disappointed.
[Don't]
But you start to feel yourself blushing a little as you mouth 'thank you' back to him, and turn away.
[Even with everything that happened, he's still so thoughtful and sweet… fuck]
You glance at him again, and this time he isn't looking at you. He's watching the show and you can't help but admire him- his kindness, his thoughtfulness, his attractiveness…
[For fucks sake… stop!]
~~~~~
Every single second of the concert was amazing, and as it comes to an end, your entire soul is sad that it is over.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God." Natalie exclaims. "That was the best moment of my life so far!"
"Mine too!" You agree.
"Same here!" Harry chimes in, causing you to turn to him and see his big dimpled grin. "Like, once in a lifetime!"
You both nod.
"Let's hang back til the crowd dies down." Natalie suggests.
You turn to Harry and shake your head. "This… was incredible!"
"Right? So fucking awesome!" He replies.
"No, I-..." You pause. You stretch your arms out for a hug, and wrap them around his neck as he leans in.
"Thank you. Seriously." You whisper in his ear. "This is the best birthday gift I've ever received."
You can feel his smirk spreading on his face, as his head rests on your shoulder during the embrace.
"Oh really?" He smirks.
You pull away and roll your eyes.
"I'm glad you had a good time." He winks, starting to look around the venue. "Looks like it's clearing out, should we get going?"
"Good idea, Styles." Natalie chimes in.
"Umm… there's probably paps outside… I'll walk out with you ladies so you aren't bombarded with people." He nods, looking at you and then at Natalie and smiling.
Instantly, every moment of your breakup fight comes flooding back and you feel a lump in your throat. "A-... Are you sure?"
He shrugs. "Yeah, why not?"
Your chest feels a bit tight, and you can't seem to get it to relax.
"I just… don't want it to be stress-"
"It's all good." He interrupts, giving you a big smile. "And besides, you deserve red carpet treatment today!"
He bumps his shoulder against yours. "M'kay, let's go."
He motions at his security guard that he's ready to leave.
With the security guard walking partially beside and behind Harry, you walk outside and through the crowd of yelling people and flashing cameras. You can understand how it can be overwhelming, and yet you still feel safe.
[You did always feel safe around Harry]
You put your head down as much as you can, without blocking your view of where you're going, and you see Harry quickly look back to check on you and Natalie.
The flashes go off until you've all reached the private parking lot, and you find your car.
As Natalie walks around to the other side, you turn around to Harry, who gives you a big smile.
"Good birthday?" He asks.
"Great birthday! Thank you! So much." You smile back, reaching for the car door.
"So!... Me and some friends are going to a bar… you two wanna come?" He asks, eyebrows raised and a hopeful expression in his eyes.
You look into the car and then back at him. You scrunch up your nose and exhale. "Umm… I… don't think we will."
He nods and drops his gaze. "Right, Ryan probably wouldn't like it anyway."
"Candice probably wouldn't either…" you reply.
He shrugs. "She doesn't know our… past… she thinks we're just friends. And we are, we're friends now, yeah?"
"Yeah. We are." You show the simplest smile when he looks back up at you, causing him to smile back.
You clear your throat. "I should get going." You reach out for a hug and he steps closer to embrace you.
As his arms bring your body in, his wonderful and familiar scent surrounds you and you find yourself inhaling deeply.
You have the feeling he is doing the same, as his face nuzzles against your hair.
"Thank you for this, Harry. I loved it." You whisper in his ear, and he hugs you just a little tighter.
"Always." He whispers back, sending goosebumps all over your body, and you try to stifle some tears that your body wants to release.
You both pull away slowly, your foreheads almost touching, and you can feel his breath on your face. You only let it last a second as your stomach starts to twist, and you pull away completely. Without thought, you quickly glance at his lips, but catch yourself and clear your throat.
[What the hell is wrong with you? You're with Ryan and you're just friends with Harry!]
"Have a good night." You state, hearing him sigh just a little as you start to get in the car.
"G'night." He smiles. "G'night partner-in-crime!" He bends down slightly and waves to Natalie.
She laughs. "I'm officially retiring."
[It's kind of weirding you out that they're being so nice to each other]
"Okay, Bonnie and Clyde…" you roll your eyes, as you shut the car door. You see Harry walk towards his own car, with his security guard, and you shake your head.
As the car starts to drive away, you immediately turn to Natalie.
"Did Ryan know about this?"
"Umm…" she pauses. "I told him we were going to a small concert…"
"Did you tell him it was Harry's idea?"
"Fuck no!" She exclaims. "He's been kind of a dick about tour stuff, and I didn't want any drama on your birthday."
"Thank you. For everything today." You smile. "You're the best."
"I am, aren't I?" She smirks. "But Harry planned everything so I can't take much credit."
"Wait… everything?"
"Shit." She smacks her hand against her forehead.
"Natalie!"
"Well, it was just the concert… and the car… and the Gucci belt… that's it. I swear."
"That's it? Nat, that's basically everything!" You run your hands against your thighs. "For fucks sake."
Your heart starts to pound and your breathing gets rapid. You feel a little uneasy that he did all of this for you, but there's also a part of you that feels special, and maybe a little giddy.
[Shit. Stop.]
"Woah, Y/N/N, what's up?"
You shake your head. "I don't know… he shouldn't have done all this." You sigh. "Why did he do this?"
"It's your birthday! You deserve to be spoiled!" She pauses, sighs, and shrugs her shoulders. "And who else could do it like Harry?"
You look directly at her, letting in a mild gasp at the shock of her statement.
"I mean… like… actually this. Like, the Rolling Stones concert, ya know?" She states, her words quickly coming out, almost sounding panicked. She clears her throat. "Please, just embrace the awesome birthday you've had, and know that you deserve every bit of it." She grabs your hand and gives it a kiss.
You smile and nod.
"Plus, I know that breakfast was your favorite part of the day anyway." She winks, and you both giggle.
"Yes it was, thank you Nat." You grab her hand and give it a kiss back. "You're the best."
You pull out your phone.
:you: thank you, for everything tonight
:harry: my pleasure
:harry: happy happy happy birthday
You unintentionally bite your lip and close your phone.
[He's too good at thoughtful surprises, why does he have to be so good at that stuff?]
~~~~~
May 23rd, 2015
Ryan has planned to come over this morning and have a late celebration for your birthday. His text this morning is the first time you've heard from him since your birthday, so you have no idea what he has planned.
After hearing his knock, you open the door with a smile, but see you are met with a serious look.
"Hey… Ry, what's up?" You move to let him in and hear him sigh.
He walks to the kitchen to put some coffees down, drops his head a bit, and turns around to face you.
"Are you fucking around with Harry?"
Your body reacts with a shocked expression. "What are you talking about?"
"Please answer the question." He states, almost with a scolding tone.
"No! I wouldn't-... Why would you even think that?"
He unlocks his phone and pulls up some photos, then he turns it around to show you. There is Harry, walking out of the venue of the Rolling Stones gig, but in the background you can see yourself and Natalie walking behind him.
"I saw these this morning." He states.
"Oh." You chuckle, trying to act casual, but feeling a knot start to twist in your stomach. "Yeah… umm… Natalie took me to this secret Rolling Stones gig for my birthd-"
"Why was Harry there?"
"Well, first off, he loves them. He would be there no matter what. But it was a secret event and when he found out that it was on my birthday, he called Natalie to surprise me with an invite."
You are a little off put, but mainly because it was a birthday gift for you and it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
He frowns. "So he just went ahead and invited his ex-girlfriend to a concert for her birthday?"
You try to keep your fists from balling up. "Yeah. Well… no. We're trying to be friends."
"Friends? Since when?" His brow furrows even more and you can tell that he is clenching his teeth.
The frustration in you is building now, and you feel angry brewing. You remember why you had to meet with Harry in the first place.
"Since he tried to give me back a coat and you told him to fuck off!" You cross your arms over your chest. "Which you had no right to do."
"What the-?"
"I wanted it back, if it was mine, so we met up and talked about being friends."
"And you just… what… weren't gonna tell me?" He starts to raise his voice and cross his own arms over his own chest.
You sigh. "I know I probably should have. But I just didn't want to make it a big deal. We didn't know if we could even be friends."
"Clearly you can if you are running to go to concerts with him."
You scoff. "I had no idea that was happening. He and Natalie planned it all."
"He's a fucking snake!" He growls. "And that was kind of a bitch move from Natalie."
"Don't be a dick. It was a birthday surprise! He was just being nice, and a good friend!"
"Sure." He rolls his eyes.
"Ryan, this is ridiculous. You know I'm going to be around him a lot during tour, right? You're going to have to be okay with this."
He scowls again. "Yeah, I hate that. I don't see why you have to go."
It's your turn to scowl. "Because I want to!"
"But why? To be around Harry?"
"For fucks sake, no! I love that job! I love what I get to do there. And I love being with the friends I've made there!" You rub the bridge of your nose with your finger and thumb.
"You don't have to go! You can have a job here! It's stupid that you want to go!"
Your mouth drops open and your brow furrows. You can feel your jaw and your hands clench up.
"It's stupid to do my dream job?" You growl. Your breathing is becoming more rapid and your body is tightening up.
"In this case… yeah!" He answers, crossing his arms even tighter.
Your anger is at its peak and you are not about to hold it back.
"That's so unfair, Ryan!" You shout. "It makes me happy! Why can't you be happy for me? Why can't you support me being happy?"
"I can't be happy and support you doing this job. Leaving me. Being around him." His jaw is clenched right and his hand is running the back of his neck.
"I can't be happy with someone who won't support me following my dreams!" You exhale out of anger. Yet you also feel a small amount of relief for finally saying that to him.
"This is bullshit Y/N/N! I don't want you to go!"
You scoff. "It's not really up to you!"
"Fucking find something else to do!" He exclaims.
"No!"
"Because you still fucking love him, don't you? I knew it. You were sleeping with him too, right?"
"Oh you've got to be kidding me. Are you seriously accusing me of cheating? Me? You know, for a fact, I'd never do that. You asshole! I can't believe you! I can't do this!" You yell, tears in your eyes and heat coursing through your entire body.
"So, are you choosing a damn job… over me?"
You take a quick breath and don't even hesitate to answer. "Yeah. I am. We're done."
