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joe keery x styles!reader
part of my styles!reader au!
cw: reader having shitty boyfriends, just fluff in general, not proofread
with your twin brother being harry styles, you were very much exposed to the music industry.
you’ve been given the opportunity to become the next big thing multiple times, but you flat out refused. you refused to join an industry where scrutiny was a must.
when your brother brought home taylor swift, you two instantly bonded over music. gradually, your conversations ventured beyond music and into your personal lives.
she quickly became a friend you could confide in. tens years after your brother and her broke up, your friendship still remained.
your casual conversations were written in poetry; she often took your words and transformed them to fit a synth beat.
she invited you over to the studio multiple times, claiming you had a gift that could turn her lyrics from good to best.
oftentimes, the most gut wrenching lyrics on her albums came from you. she felt obliged to ask you if everyone was okay with you and joe, but you reassured her everything was more than okay. you’ve been dating since he was still filming the second season of stranger things. 6 years and not a single (real) fight.
just tiny arguments that were instantly resolved with a hundred kisses and a million ‘sorry’s.
you were drifting off to sleep when a random tune came to mind. you shot up, your best friends album in mind, and ran to the piano, already having opened the voice memo app and started recording.
“harry—get off!” you tried pushing your brother off the piano bench.
“i’m using it!” he retaliated.
“i need it!” one final push sent him toppling over the edge.
“um.. okay-” you trailed off, trying to hum back the tune. your fingers danced around the keys before you started pressing on them. “it kinda sounds depressing on the piano, maybe a synth beat? dunno.”
you brought the tune in your mind to life and hummed along, building the basis of a song. you sent it to taylor and 10 minutes later she sent back a video of her crying saying she knew exactly where to take this.
the next morning, taylor told you to come over to the studio to get the song done.
she angled the phone so it would get both of you sitting in front of the piano. she had told you where she wanted to to take the trajectory of the lyrics, and you were ready to write it out.
you and taylor’s song writing process looked more like a duet than anything else; where she paused, you continued immediately.
“said forever, then he blew it up, oh, oh. my boy only breaks his favorite toys, toys.” you saw her eyebrows furrow, and you continued for her.
“just say when, i’d play again. he was my best friend and that was the worst part. i felt more then, in brief moments-”
her eyes lit up, “than with all the kens cause he took me out of my box.”
you ended your session with hearts heavy with the weight of everything that went unspoken.
“that was sad.” taylor blinked.
“think that synth beat is a need.” you nodded.
“are you sure everything is okay with you and joe-”
“tay, we’re fine. great, even. not every guy before him was as good as him. just resurfacing old feelings for the sake of songwriting.”
she nodded, “i get that.”
a huge smile broke out on her face when her phone lit up, revealing travis kelce—her boyfriend so new the news outlets had yet to find out about him—calling her.
“yeah, you do.” you smiled, nudging her shoulder with yours.
joe picked you up from the studio and went to get coffee. “i’m glad she found someone, y’know.” you said, voice muffled from the croissant taking up half your mouth.
“close your mouth, you animal.” his tone was anything but menacing. it was the opposite. he had the widest grin on his face, and was resting on the palm of his hand. he was staring at you with such a lovestruck expression, you blushed under his gaze.
you swallowed then, “you love this animal.”
“so much.” he said it like it hurt.
you could swear your own eyes turned into hearts. “you’re what i’ve been looking for my entire life.”
“you found me.” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
“no, seriously, joe. today—i just kept remembering everyone before you and i just got so angry. angry that i wasted my time with them when i could’ve been with you.” you admitted. “they treated me like loving me is a burden. you treat loving me like it’s breathing air.”
“because it is.” he ran his thumb along your knuckles. “loving you is the easiest thing i’ve ever done. i can’t imagine a life where i don’t.”
you brought his hand to your face and kissed his palm. “thank you for loving me, joe.”
on may 9th 2024, taylor played my boy only breaks his favorite toys for the first time on her tour. she kept the start of your voice memo—where you were fighting with harry over the piano—in the song.
it wasn’t hard to recognize the accents, and it was even easier to pin them to the worlds favorite set of twins.
on her last show in paris, you and joe flew out to attend the concert. she asked you if she could show the crowd the video of you two the first time you brought the song to life, and you agreed.
“you’ve been so lovely to me, paris, thank you!” she thanked, earning a roar from the crowd. “i have a little gift for you.” her infamous mischievous glint her eyes shining.
the big screen behind her changed to project the video she took of you two. “if you don’t know, y/n practically wrote this song, and i wanted to show you the very first demo. i’d like it if we were all quiet so we can truly appreciate her hard work.”
the crowd erupted in claps and cheers. joe tightened his grip around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple.
the crowd was silent as you began playing the piano. your eyes darted behind your closed eyelids. to anyone, they would think you were trying to focus. but joe knew you better than anyone. he knew you were mapping out the song in your head; what lyrics go where, and how to sing them.
taylor wasn’t exaggerating—you really did write most of the song. you hadn’t even remembered.
seeing you sing the closing line, and being able to really see the sadness in your features made a tear slip. joe wiped it away before you even registered it falling.
he pressed a kiss to where it fell, and another, and another, and the crowd practically swooned.
what the crowd saw was your boyfriend pressing soft, slow kisses to your face. what they didn’t see was him hiding his face in yours to stop them from seeing the tears that fell from his own eyes.
he can’t believe anyone could make you feel like that, and he was partially upset with himself for not swooping in and saving you earlier.
you brought your hands to his face and cupped it. what everyone else didn’t see was your thumbs wiping his tears away.
it was in these publicly private moments you felt the luckiest.
everyone knew you loved each other, but they couldn’t begin to fathom the extent in which you loved each other.
when you got back to your hotel room that night, you were swimming in newfound vulnerability.
you were sitting in the balcony, wearing a one direction sweater you stole from harry’s closet, and joe’s sweatpants that were multiple sizes too big.
he walked out to you in his boxers. “i was looking for those.”
“should’ve put them on before me.” you shrugged, pulling your knees in to stare at the view. he took a seat next to you.
“paris is so pretty.” you hummed.
“yeah.” he agreed, breathless. he wasn’t looking at paris, though. he was looking at you.
“i’m gonna have to fly out to atlanta tomorrow.” he told you.
“what! they said you didn’t have to be back until later!” you huffed, staring at him with parted lips.
“i know, i’m sorry.” he frowned at your unhappy tone.
“i can’t stay in paris alone!”
“then don’t.” he blurted. “i want you with me.”
“in atlanta?”
“everywhere.” he clarified. “come with me to atlanta and never leave. i always miss you so much when we’re shooting, just come with.”
you moved over and sat on his lip, burying your face in this crook of his neck. “you’re so cute.”
“i’m so serious, baby. they’re always yelling at me because i’m so distracted, but i miss you all the time. i never want you to leave my side.”
you nuzzled deeper into him. “you’re so clingy. i’ll go wherever you want me to go, love.”
he didn’t know what came over him. you two have been engaged for a while now, and you were planning on having the wedding only after they wrapped the fifth season of stranger things.
but this was it.
seeing you in his clothes in his lap saying you’ll go wherever he goes.
he couldn’t push back being your husband.
“let’s elope.”
you tensed in his lap. you looked up at him. “what?”
he had to fight the urge to make fun of your british what.
“i know we said we’ll have the wedding after i finish filming season 5, but how could i wait? how could i spend another day not being your husband when you’re just so perfect. i can’t do it.”
your eyes went wide and you nodded. you let out a breathless laugh. “fuck yeah, let’s elope.”
