FOOL’S GOLD
Summary: A series of events between you and Harry during your situationship.
Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)
Word count: 2kish
Warnings: Slight smut, but mostly just fun and fluff!!
A/N: Just wanted to write something a little fun. Inspired by: “Fool’s Gold” by One Direction.
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.
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Masterlist
That one time you went to your favorite bar in town with your new boyfriend. You immediately see Harry with his frat brothers.
Your phone pings.
H: Who the hell is that? 😡
Y: lol. That would be my boyfriend, opps. It’s been a while.
H: he’s not good enough for you
Drew, your new boyfriend, had gone to get you two some more drinks when you felt the softest touch against your open back. Goosebumps erupt over your unclothed skin and you slightly smirk to yourself, tossing your hair back, and peering up at this well known person.
Harry’s hovering over you, smiling drunkenly, and he squeezes your hip. He bends down to hover his mouth over your ear. His pretty pink lips slightly touch your skin.
“Come home with me,” he whispers into your ear and you place a warm hand on his shoulder.
“I have a boyfriend now,” you say, trying not to show an interest in his demand.
“Text me when you dump his ass,” he says with a chuckle as he kisses your cheek sloppily and leaves your space to return to his frat brothers.
You roll your eyes at his comment and proceed to smile at Drew when he returns with drinks in his hands.
“What’d Harry want?” He asks with wonder, his big brown eyes half open from his buzz.
“Just buggin’. No worries,” you reply as you reach for your drink as you reach up to kiss his lips quickly.
•••
Then you broke up with your boyfriend because he ended up being a dick.
Y: i'm breaking up with my boyfriend. Can i come over after? 🥺
H: baby, you don’t even gotta ask me. I’m at chick fil a. Want your usual?
Y: yes ❤️ add me a cookie pls, I’m sad.
H: anything for youuuuu
You waited for Harry in his private room, presidential perks, and you scroll aimlessly on Twitter.
You hear the bedroom door open and Harry strolls in with a smile on his face. You smile back, tossing your phone to the side, and you rush to help him with the food.
“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.”
You cheer and you both fumble back into the bed. Separating the food between you two and he puts Netflix on his TV.
“Greys?” He asks with a mouthful of fries, peering over at you, and you nod eagerly. Sipping on your milkshake and pulling Harry’s favorite blanket over your legs. It’s an orange blanket his mom knitted him the summer he got a full ride to UT. He told you she cried for days and he always tears up thinking about it.
You look at him with a small smile and he lazily kisses your cheek.
••
When you manage to be at the gym at the same time as him.
H: POV: you’re me and you’re looking at your hot ass sneaky link
Y: come and spot me instead of talking to every other girl here
H: don’t be jealous
Y: as if
You walk out of the gym, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and hastily drinking from your lavender hydroflask.
Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’
You’re walking back to your sorority house when you hear someone whistling behind you.
You hold onto your gym bag as you turn around on your heel and see Harry running up to you.
He wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you, and you laugh loudly as you swat his arms.
“Gross!! You’re all sweaty!!” You giggle out as he sets you down and you check him out without shame.
He’s standing in front of you wearing bright purple tiny little nike shorts, a white cut off shirt showing all his muscles in their glory, white Nike long socks, and his signature neon green adidas. Only him.
“You look hot,” you state as a smirk crosses his lips and he reaches for your hand.
“You too, baby.”
••
When you see him putting his phone number in another girls phone
Y: why are you even bothering? She couldn’t beat me on her best day.
H: you don’t gotta tell me what i already know
You feel jealous.
Of course you’re jealous. You’re watching Harry input his phone number into a pretty brunette's phone.
That night when you’re laying next to his naked body, you reach for his phone. Unlocking it with his password, you turn around to face the wall.
“What was that girl's name? The one from the gym?”
“What?” Harry asks you, still winding down from his post orgasm haze.
“The girl that put her number in your phone,” you reply as you go into his contact list.
“Oh, umm, I think it was Angie. Why?”
You search for her name as he slides his arms around you, pulling you into him, and he’s watching you now.
You click the name ‘Angie 💖’ on his phone and delete the contact.
“Heeeyyyy,” he teases you and pinches your thigh.
You lock his phone and turn your body around to hug him.
“You weren’t even going to text her.”
“I know,” he hums into your neck as he falls asleep.
••
You posted a very revealing pic of you at the beach.
H: delete that pic right now.
H: you look too fucking good. I can’t have anybody trying to steal you from me
Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻
You smirk at your phone as you look down at your tiny yellow bikini and settle back into your beach chair.
“What are you smirking at?” Your best friend, Emily, asks you from the chair next to you. Peering at you over her white sun glasses.
“No one.”
•••
When he needs to make sure you’re going to his game.
H: You're coming to my game, right?
Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember?
H: did you take my jersey?
Y: *sends pic of yourself wearing his jersey in your panties*
H: holy fuck, can’t wait to fuck you after I score the winning touchdown
That night he fucks into you slow and hard as you wear his jersey.
“Get on top,” he begs as he grinds his hips into yours, squeezing the flesh around your hips.
“Okay,” you whisper back as you let out a whimper when he pulls out of you. He flops onto his back, watching you intently as you straddle his waist, aligning yourself with his throbbing dick, and letting yourself slide down onto him.
“Ohhhhhh fuckkkk,” he moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and you start moving slowly on top of him.
Reveling in the sight of seeing him completely vulnerable underneath you and letting you take control.
Something about this moment makes your heart thug and you hope this isn’t what you think it is.
••
He brands you.
Y: you literally fucking branded me
H: ??? 😏
Y: you know what I’m talking about
Y: *sends pic of your chest in a lilac lace bra and you’re covering in hickies*
H: oohhhhh that. Gotta brand what’s mine, obviously
•••
When he’s at the club and sees your ex.
H: I’m at rooftop Louie’s. I see your ex. Want me to punch him?
Y: yes.
Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell
*not even 30 seconds later*
H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽♂️
You hear a knock on your door not even 15 minutes later and there’s Harry standing with a bag full of Taco Bell.
“Hi,” he says with a smile, wearing a cap backwards, but his curls are peeking out.
“Hi,” you reply with a bigger one. “There’s a change of clothes for you on the dresser.”
“God, you’re the best.”
•••
When he’s studying after practice.
H: I’m studying at the library. Bring me coffee? 🥺 From the place I like by your dorm. My treat
Y: whats in it for me?
H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight
Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice
You walk into the university library with two iced vanilla oatmilk lattes. You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk to his favorite study spot.
He instantly hears you due to the iced drinks and he peers up at you with a smile.
“Gimme,” he whispers as he reaches out for his drink with sweater paws. Wearing his favorite orange sweater and sweats. He looks so comfy.
You sit across from him, sliding his coffee to him, and then you start unpacking your notes from your backpack.
“What are you doing?” He questions as he sips his latte.
“Studying with you,” you say with a question look and a look of fondness slips over his expression.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
•••
When you were out with your friends at Lot 26.
H: come over pls. Need u 🍑
Y: im at lot 26.
H: call me when you need me to pick you up, I’ll buy us tacos
Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻
“Harry!!!” You yell at him as you stumble into his GMC truck’s passenger side.
“Careful, baby.” He says as he grips onto your arm for support as you giggle loudly.
He reaches over you, strapping you in, and kisses your lips.
“Missed you,” he says with a smile.
“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton.
“Tacos?” He asks as he starts to drive off.
“Tacos,” you reply as you turn to look at him.
As you watch him drive, you think you might be falling in love with him.
•••
When he meets someone that he really likes.
H: i think i like this girl. Should i go for it?
Y: you’re cheating on me??? Okay, might as well block my number now
H: stfu. I think you’d like her
Y: i won’t
H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight
You roll your eyes at your annoyance at seeing Harry out with the girl he likes and you try your very best to ignore them.
Her name is Sarah.
And she’s gorgeous. She’s tall, so very fucking tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure.
You drown the rest of your drink when you see them coming towards you.
Her bright smile catches your attention and you try your best to mimic it back.
“Hi!” You greet them as Harry kisses you cheek.
“Y/N, this is Sarah. Sarah this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to each other and you shake her slender hand in your own.
“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you. Harry has told me so much about you,” she gushes at you.
“Has he?” You ask with an eyebrow raise.
“Of course!! Auntie Anne says he can’t shut up about you!”
“Auntie Anne?” You ask in confusion as you look at them both and Harry’s chuckling at your reaction.
Sarah looks confused, “Harry did tell you he’s my cousin, right? My mom wanted me to come check out UT especially since H comes here.”
Instant relief floods your body and you watch Harry looking at you with a teasing smirk.
“Of course he did! So how are you liking UT?”
You can’t help but smiling dumbly at Harry as his cousin starts rambling about how much she actually loves it here.
•••
When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar
H: Are you at Joeys?
Y: Are you stalking me?
H: I heard your laugh
•••
When he swore he wasn’t jealous when you bumped into each other at a frat party. You were with someone else.
H: Who's the guy?
Y: None of your business. Are you jealous?
H: You wish
H: I’m not the jealous type.
That night when he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping onto your hair, he asks, “Who the hell was that guy?”
“Just a friend,” you moan out as you hitch your leg over the bed.
He slows down for a second, reaches over you, and kisses your neck, “I’m your friend.”
“My only friend.”