Punk Harry Series Part 5

Punk Harry Series Part 5

Part 4

Yes: No matter how much you denied it, you had enjoyed Harry's company. You were a smart, quick witted, sarcastic feminist. Generally what you would call "jokes", others might call "inhuman insults". But Harry just, got you. He was never insulted, in fact he would sometimes fire something just as equally rude back at you. So of course you had noticed how he hadn't shown up to watch duty in 3 weeks. Anytime you two were paired with each other for watch duty of the band he never showed. And maybe, just maybe you were feeling depressed about it. Because, despite his appearance he seemed to be the most sensitive, caring and thoughtful guy you had met. And you've been through your fair share of "mr right's". So when you went into Randy's bus to ask him when he wanted to color his hair again and found Harry sitting at the table eating a sandwich and drinking some weird green smoothie you couldn't help but smile. "Hey when do you-oh hi." You said to Harry as you walked on the bus. You decided to sit with him so you walked over and sat across from him. "Hi." He wouldn't even look at you. "Long time no see?" You tried, hoping to get even the slightest reaction. "I've been busy. You know guarding bodies." He joked and you laughed. "Well, I should be goin-" "Wait, I um-" "Hey, you ready?" A girl, who you didn't recognize asked, popping her head in the van. "Yeah, I'll be there in a sec Kenz." He said and she nodded, giving you a questioning look before leaving the van.  "I've got to go." He said and you nodded, still stunned at the gorgeous girl he seemed to be with. You followed him out seeing as randy wasn't even there. "Can you go get the car?" This Kenz girl asked Harry, he nodded then walked away to wherever you were assuming his car was. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" She turned to you. "Oh um, sorry, I'm Y/N." You said as you shook her hand. "Ohhh, that makes sense. He's really into you, you know?" She asked and you were suddenly very confused. "I'm sorry what?" "Harry, he's really into you. I'm his old high school friend and let me tell you, that last time I saw him like this was, well, never actually. This is completely new to me. Anyway, you should give him a chance, he might look scary but he's probably the sweetest guy I know." She said before walking away to somewhere you didn't really care to know about. About five minutes later a red jaguar e-type is pulling up a few feet from you and your mouth just drops. It's a gorgeous car, you were even more shocked when out pops harry. "Hey!" You called to him and he looked at you before walking over. "Yeah?" He asked looking around, probably for his friend. "Remember that thing you did a couple weeks ago that made this all awkward?" You asked and instantly his cheeks blushed and he looked away once again. "I'm aware of it, is there a reason we're talking of it right now?" He asked and you smiled and nodded. "Well, if you ever want to, we can always do it again." You suggested taking one step closer. "Seriously?" He asked starting to lean down but you pushed him away. "Uh, take me out first." You said before walking away. Leaving him with a smile as wide as a Cheshire Cat. 

Word Count: 594

Punk Harry Series Part Eight

Part 7

Masterlist

He Makes You Upset:

You were finally on break. After four months of straight traveling you could finally sit in your apartment with your cat and your bird and your refrigerator. Of course you now had a new friend with you. Harry had been staying with you the past few days. He was here on a working visa and hadn't found a place yet. But he was going out looking tomorrow. Not like you were bothered, you enjoyed having the guy you were seeing stay with you. "I'll be back in about an hour, do you want me to pick up some groceries on my way back?" He asked coming over to you, his hands on your shoulders as he leaned over the couch to kiss your cheek. "Um, sure the list is on the fridge. Where are you going?" You asked, a little surprised he was going out so soon. You had only been on break for three days. "So, with the bands rising popularity I figured I should learn how to shoot so I'm going to a range to learn how." He said smiling as if it was something to be proud of. "What?" You asked, shocked he would even think of doing such a thing. "What's wrong? It's not like I'm going to hurt anyone?" He asked, still not seeing why you were so upset. "That's not the point Harry!" You yelled and he straightened up, just as you stood off the couch to look at him. "Then please enlighten me because it's seems as if you're getting all worked up for no fucking reason!" He yelled back. "The point is you could hurt yourself! Don't you understand how dangerous guns are?!" You yelled and he laughed. "Yeah okay, like you would know anything about guns. And either way I'm going to learn how, I won't hurt myself, I'm a grown man." He stated and you laughed. "I-I don't know anything about guns?" You asked rhetorically. "What makes you think I know nothing about guns?" You asked him, waiting for his lie. You knew a whole lot about guns, of course you never told him how or why, it wasn't something you liked to relive. "You're, you! You're a little girl obsessed with makeup. You don't know anything about guns!" He yelled back. "Tell that to the bullet scar on my rib cage you asshole!" You yelled before storming into your room and locking the door behind you. You weren't angry at him, you were upset. He not only underestimated you, but he resurfaced horrible memories where you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't know that had ever happened to you. It's kind of understandable why you don't want to be around guns after being shot. Please, just come talk to me." He called though the door. You sighed, knowing that pouting in bed wouldn't get you anywhere. "You're not shooting a gun, ever." You said as soon as you opened the door. He smiled, laughed, and then nodded. "I can live with that. I'll just get myself a stun gun and call it a day, yeah?" He joked and you nodded. "Don't forget the groceries though, we're out of Arizona." You said and he smiled, kissing you quickly before getting the list, waving to you and leaving. You enjoyed him. Even when he was annoying, you enjoyed him.

Word Count: 571

A list of every smut piece.

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Mouthy by @hazzlot

You’re Drunk by @heyyyharry

Giving In by @trulymadlysydney

His First. by @iloveyouhaz

3:18 AM by @xswimbeforeyoudrownx

Milkshakes and all smut pieces by @xswimbeforeyoudrownx

All smut pieces by @permanentcross

Butternut by @trumanxstyles

Crop tops by @legandaryharry

Soulmates by @tillthelandslide

after. by @homemadeharry

Dinner by @hxrrysfreak

Baby it’s too cold by @hsrryangels

Drabble # 19 by @all-the-love-harold

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Touch by @bribe-the-door

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Popsicles And Kiwis by @majorharry

Punk Harry Series Part One

How You Meet:

 You sighed as you payed another 20$ to fill up the rest of your car’s tank.

Being a makeup artist wasn't easy, sure you were talented and you had very many clientele. You were well known, and successful and you loved that. You had everything you had ever dreamed of.

You just hadn't planned on spending all your money on bills, gas, food, and makeup.

The bills, gas, and food you had expected. That was what it was like living on your own.

But being a makeup artist meant you had to have the right shade for all your clients. So basically when you found a new foundation you liked, you had to purchase every finish in every shade they had. It was the same with everything, concealer, powder, blush, bronzer, eyebrow kits, and even nude lipsticks. And that cost you a lot of money.

You just got hired by Modest! Management and they had already assigned you to be the head makeup artist for their next touring band, The Giants. You had to go to meet the band and then match their skin to the types of makeup you had. You also had to find out whether they would need a dewy finish or a matte finish. It will most likely be matte even if they have dry skin because the lights. You wouldn't want to be the reason that they shined like a spotlight on stage thanks to your dewy finish foundation.

You finally made it to their hotel in New York City and walked in. You smiled at the receptionist and she smiled back as you got in the elevator.

When you got up to their floor and found their room you were surprised to find a tall, curly haired, tattooed, pierced man standing in front of it.

"Um hi." You said as you walked up to him. Surely they weren't that popular. Right?

"Name?" He said slowly in a British accent that made you smile.

"Y/N Y/L/N, I'm their makeup artist." You said and he smiled.

"Oh right hi, I'm Harry Styles, head of security. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other for the next 8 months." He laughed and you smiled.

"Right." You said and he just continued to smiled at you. You were waiting for him to open the door. You had to get back home to feed your bird and your cat. "Um, may I?" You asked, trying to remind him.

"What?" He asked before you gestured to the door and he smiled shaking his head. "Oh, right sorry. Got a little distracted." He said and you nodded. Walking into the room, pulling your giant suitcase with you.

He's going to be a real pain in your ass that's for sure.

Word Count: 467

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