Haroldsonlyangel

So soo beautiful and adorable💕💕!!! This is literally me crying because I love him sm 🥺

CRYING IN LOVE

HARRY'S MASTERLIST

Summary: You love Harry so much that you burst into tears, and the cause of it is there to comfort you.

W/N: this is shit and the fastest thing i wrote after seeing harry's photos in italy and crying for how much i love him.

! | italy!harry, soft, soft and more soft, crying, just two people in love of each other, shitty ending.

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Italy, you're so perfect.

With your perfect views, your climate and just the calm romantic air that you have, you're perfect.

But right now, Y/N thinks that the real perfection is by her side, on a balcony in Venice, playing with his hands like they have rings, but they don't, because it's late at night and he just wants to relax after the last day of filming.

Harry Styles.

With that name you cannot expect less, and you know that when someone with that name appears, they're ready to be the light in every room they walk in.

His hair is growing long enough that the curls she loves to caress so much are beginning to form, and his white shirt is open, showing the tattoos she often kisses. She also notices some little rolls on his tummy that she also loves to caress, telling him that it's the most beautiful body she has ever seen.

Because it's the truth, because Harry may not be perfect, but for her eyes, he is in every sense of the word.

He is physically perfect, because from the tips of his feet to the strands of his hair he's beautiful.

Because he has legs that she loves to use as a seat or as a pillow, they seem made so that only her body remains like a piece of a puzzle.

Because he has a torso and chest that she loves to kiss, scratch, and lay her head there, only to hear the sweet melody of a song composed solely of Harry's racing heartbeat, only for her.

And she knows that's the best song in the world, but she's selfish because she wants it for her ears only.

His arms are perfect for holding and hugging her, taking her away from the outside world.

His neck is perfect for her to hide her face there and left kisses that make him let out those sounds that she loves so much, like his jaw, so marked and with that sweet spot that she loves to bite.

And her favorite part might be his face.

His attentive green eyes, which look at her intently every time she opens her mouth to speak, under those two eyebrows that she loves to caress when Harry is frustrated or angry. His nose, which wrinkles and moves when he speaks, something he hates and she loves. And his lips, so pink and soft that she swears is the best her mouth could ever taste.

But Y/N is sure that what is outside is nothing compared to what is inside.

If she had to talk about how perfect Harry is on the inside, then she'd be on that balcony in Italy for years (which she wouldn't mind).

She would like to continue with this, but when the owner of her thoughts and heart speaks to her, she leaves her little world where everything has his face and name.

"Lovie, you're okay?" He gently caresses her knee, and he looks at her worriedly.

"Yeah, why?" Y/N answers, fixing her eyes with those green ones that now shine in the moonlight and the street lamps.

"You're crying."

And when she reaches out to touch her face and notices the waterfalls coming down non-stop, she understands.

"Oh."

"Yes, angel. Why are yeh crying, hm?" He asks her, leaving kisses on her wet cheeks, holding her in his warm arms just how he knows. "Something happened?"

"I- I..." She begins, feeling the itch in her nose.

But she can't complete the sentence, because the sobs coming from her throat are heartbreaking, and she feels almost ashamed.

"Oh, baby." Harry pulls her into her lap, hugging her so that she rests her head on his chest, clinging tightly to his shirt. "Shh, it's alright."

"I- I'm crying b- because i love you." Y/N answers, stuttering from crying, and the chestnut's grip intensifies. "I love you so much it hurts."

"Hey, look at me." He whispers, calm next to the gasps and sobs that escape her mouth. "I also love you so much that it hurts, my love, I've cried a million times thinking just how fucking lucky i am to have you."

"It's not fair." She says, and he laughs in love.

"What's not fair, bub?" He asks, stroking her legs with his thumbs, thinking about how soft her skin is.

"It's not fair that you're so perfect. God, Harry, you're so good, sweet, loving, and everything. I love you, I love you so much." She cries again, wrinkling her face in a way that she is sure must look horrible, but to him she's still the most beautiful woman in the entire world.

"You're perfect too, you're everything I've ever wanted and everything I'll ever want, I promise you that one day I will put a ring on your finger and we will have copies of us running around the house." Harry answers, sniffing at the same time his eyes start to cloud over. "Stop crying, you're making me cry."

"I'm sorry." She laughs, but the tears keep falling. "I'd drop everything for you, Harry."

"And I would do it for you, angel. I would leave the music, the fame and everything that was once my dream only if yeh asked me to, cause you are my true dream."

"You know I would never do that, seeing you happy doing what you love makes me happy."

"I know, and I love you for it."

Now, both of them are crying of happiness, thinking about how they were so lucky to have each other. Maybe they're soulmates, maybe they have red invisible strings on one of their fingers, or maybe it was just fate.

They don't know what brought them together, but they do know that it was the best thing that could happen to both of them.

They're so perfect.

me @ taylor’s writing/directing, the editing, cinematography and dylan/sadie’s acting and chemistry in the all too well short film

LOVE THIS!!!

second piece of cheating!harry universe cause i just love them. this takes place in the present so everyone knows they're together. | harry's masterlist ; cheating!harry universe | ! > cyberbullying

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yourinstagram: that time when i did the backing vocals for fine line. harry's house is out now so all of you motherfuckers go listen to it :)

harryfan1: THE BRAIDS <3

harryfan2: SHE'S EVERYTHING.

harryfan3: ALBUM WHEN??????

yourinstagram: @/harryfan3 idk, maybe someday! <3

harrystyles: Love of my life, all for you.

liamfan1: i thought she was gone ¿?

liamfan2: after all those years she's still fucking gross.

taylorswift: 😍

niallhoran: Want ya on my next album.

yourinstagram: @/niallhoran DONE.

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yourinstagram: throwback to the watermelon sugar music video 🍉🧡

harryfan1: she keeps posting things from the fine line era 😭

harryfan2: GIRL YOU NAILED ALL OF HARRY'S OUTFITS ON THE MV

yourinstagram: @/harryfan2 THANK YOU

sidney_sweeney: is the tattoo for me!

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yourinstagram: go little rockstar 🤍

harryfan1: BEST FASHION DESIGNER EVER.

harryfan2: Y/N YOU KNOW THE RULES.

annetwist: Lovely to see you my darling ❤️

yourinstagram: @/annetwist love you, missed you so so much!!!

harryfan3: yn when are the suits coming back? respectfully asking 😁

yourinstagram: @/harryfan3 harry decides that, not me ♡

gemmastyles: she's a legend, and she is the moment.

yourinstagram: @/gemmastyles no that's you.

alessandro_michelle: 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

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ynandharryparents: i met yn in 2017 and she was the sweetest person ever, she hold my hand and told me that she remembered me from a one direction concert in 2015!!! i miss her <3

harryfan1: OMG LUCKY

harryfan2: good for you i guess

yourinstagram: YOU'RE HER????? HI I MISS YOU TOO YOU WERE SO FUCKING NICE 😥😥😥

harryfan3: @/yourinstagram OENTWNTBWNW YNNNNNNNN

ynandharryparents: @/yourinstagram YES IT'S ME OMFG

harryfan4: HARRY LIKED.

harryfan5: yn with blue hair hits different, harry i got you now mate.

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liamupdates: Liam talking about Y/N and Harry today: "And there was a member that was just fucking around with my ex, and they're together now. It's sick, it's fucking sick mate, I don't know. I really loved them and they just laughed at my face for almost five years, sometimes I ask myself 'how could i be so fucking blind?' honestly they can go fuck themselves, I don't care anymore, I'm over it."

liamfan1: WAIT WHAT? Y/N CHEATED ON LIAM WITH HARRY?

harryfan1: "I'm over it." yea sureeeeee that's why you keep talking about them after six years!!!!

liamfan2: My poor Li :( I'm so mad...

liamfan3: Harry's a shit of a friend, fuck him and fuck Y/N too for being a whore.

liamfan4: The world would be better without Y/N Y/L/N in it.

liamfan5: payno ☹️ can't believe she cheated.

liamfan6: seeing old photos of harry and yn feels gross now, knowing that they were actually cheating on liam hits different.

liamfan7: FUCK THEM. THEY DON'T DESERVE HIM!

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yourinstagram: I don't care anymore, I'm over it.

harryfan1: her quoting liam... queen.

harryfan2: i used to be on her and harry's side but i'm not so sure anymore :/

zayn: 🖤

liamfan1: Fuck you.

liamfan2: We hate you!

liamfan3: go kill yourself lmao.

liamfan4: harry is a piece of shit just like you girl.

liamfan5: Um hello? why is this bitch on my feed?

liamfan6: 🤢

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harrystyles: My muse, my girl, my everything. At the end of the day, it's just us, I love you forever. H.

harryfan1: crying.

harryfan2: the fact that yn had to disable the comments on her posts :(

harryfan3: we love you yn <3

louist91: Gorgeous!

liamfan1: Lol.

annetwist: Babies ❤️

taylorswift: Haters gonna hate 😌

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DOUBTING AND SUSPECTING

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE | 5873 WORDS

Summary: Harry always had a hard time trusting people, but Y/N never thought that one day he would doubt her. I guess they were both wrong.

! | arguing, harry's mouth, crying, ANGST, descriptions of explicit violence, blood, cursing, kidnapping and everything that comes with a gang. happy ending though :)

W/N: here it is... the first fight one shot!!!! hope you guys love it as much as i loved write it out, maybe the end it's not my fave part but i think the rest it's pretty good!!!! please don't forget to feedback and reblog, it's all i ask ♡ happy reading, ily.

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Everything went to shit. Everything.

All the guns, the laundered money, the men in the London district... it had all gone to shit because of the Japanese mafia and it could only have been one way.

A spy.

Harry Styles had a spy in his gang.

He runs his hands over his head, tousling his hair for the fifteenth time today. He's furious, he's so frustrated he could empty his clip in a second if he wanted to. He can't believe how someone as precise and fucking organised as him could have allowed this to happen and how he never suspected a thing.

He was an asshole, a shitty leader. He had endangered his men (some of them having died), his friends, his family, Y/N.

Y/N.

He hadn't seen her in the last week. They were both completely busy even though they missed each other terribly, he missed having her pressed against him, feeling her angelic presence and sweet scent fill the large spaces of his mansion.

"I'm busy with the restaurant renovations." she'd told him. But a quiet voice in the back of Harry's mind can't help but think that maybe that's not the truth.

They were dating less than half a year but yet he'd already told her everything, he couldn't help it, he wanted her to know all about his world and be truly good and what she deserves.

But what if Y/N... had told someone else what Harry was doing on the sly?

What if she really was the spy he wanted so badly to get rid of?

It couldn't be true, there had to be another explanation. But his judgement was clouded, all he wanted to do was find out who the spy was, and to be fair, there was a chance it was her.

He had told her everything; every secret, every location, meeting and small but key things. Y/N knew everything because Harry had opened his heart, and as always, it had had its consequences.

As if fate knew what was coming, his phone starts ringing on the mahogany desk, and her name can be read on the screen. Before he picks up, he sighs, trying to calm himself so that it doesn't show that he's completely furious.

"Hello?" He speaks, pressing the device hard against his ear, he can hear hubbub on the other end of the line, and assumes she's on Daylight.

"Hi, H!" Her happy voice comes through. "How are you? I miss you."

His heart flips in his chest at his girlfriend's tenderness but he quickly pushes those feelings to the back of his mind. Despite having no proof that it was her, he still gets angry.

"M'fine." He replies, sounding bored as he fiddles with a corner of a paper document, but he's attentive.

"I was thinking of stopping by after the restaurant closes and sleeping over at your place, can I?" She asks and he hears her laughing with a co-worker.

Harry's annoyed that she's so calm while he's in the middle of a pitched battle.

"Yeah, whatever." He sighs. "I've gotta go."

"Oh, okay, yeah." Y/N stutters, caught off guard. "See you later, sweets."

"Bye."

He hangs up the phone and runs his hands over his face in frustration. He feels like the tie is choking him and all he needs is to know the truth. Louis enters the office without knocking, finding his boss looking tired (as usual).

"People didn't teach you to knock on the fucking door or what?" he exclaims, irritated, and his right hand shifts uncomfortably in place.

"I'm sorry. Just wanted to tell you that we're leaving, we'll continue this from Manchester, it's not safe for us all to be at your place, we might get ambushed."

He nods, hair moving with him. Louis leaves as does everyone else, and he finds himself alone in his mansion, waiting for Y/N. He tries to kill time, but all he can think about is that he needs to find that loudmouth, and he needs to find them now.

It's Y/N, it has to be her. His men couldn't have betrayed him.

It hurts, it hurts like shit, he... he loves her, he wanted to tell her that, and she fucked it all up for what, to get money? protection? he didn't understand. But once again he'd trusted in vain.

He's sitting on the black sofa drinking his third glass of whiskey, Bullets watches him from afar and knows not to approach his father when he's angry (that is, most of the time when Y/N isn't in the house). Not because he's gonna hurt him, that's never, but because he can't cuddle him when he's busy being angry.

His suit is undone, he's thrown his jacket somewhere in the house and his shirt's almost completely unbuttoned, proudly showing off the butterfly tattoo. Harry stares at the fireplace that's trying to warm the cold atmosphere, when the door opens.

Ironically, a ray of sunshine streams through the opening, and Y/N's voice breaks the curt silence. "Sweets, m'home. Brought you a little piece of an apple pie!"

The nickname makes his heart feel around so much darkness, but what's the point of it if she'd betrayed him... why did his body keep reacting like that?

Easy, and he knew it; because he was in love.

He doesn't look away from the fire even as she stands confused beside him, causing her sweet scent to enter his nostrils making him shiver. "H, you're okay?" She asks, sitting down next to him to rest a hand on his back.

Harry stands up before she can touch his body and makes her clench her fist against her chest in embarrassment. He rests the empty glass against a shelf, but still doesn't speak.

"I don't understand." She mutters, standing behind him. "Did I do something wrong?"

Her soft tone of voice ruins it, and millions of words flit through his head in a microsecond. He wants to ask her so many things, but most of all he wants to know why.

Y/N keeps talking, eating away at what little patience the gang leader is known for having, until he turns to look her in the eye.

She's never seen him like that before.

That shade of his green eyes... that darkness behind the gaze with the raised eyebrows... it was only for his enemies, for when one of his men irritated him, for a traitor.

"You did it." He speaks, his voice hoarse with alcohol and anger. "Shit, Y/N. You did it!"

Harry's wry clapping contrasts in the atmosphere, and his sly grin against her expression of pure confusion does too.

"I thought you'd never do it, but you surprised me." He takes his glass and fills it again, raising it in front of her. "Cheers to that."

Y/N stirs in place uncomfortably, what's going on? she was hoping to get to his house and cuddle up together watching some movie she liked and he hated but only watched it for her. The scenario she encountered is nothing like that, and she has a feeling that this is not going to end well.

She doesn't know if she's ready to fight him for the first time, not when it's Harry we're talking about.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on or are we gonna keep playing these stupid games?" She asks, crossing her arms and the long haired one is taken by surprise by her surly tone, she always had the sweet voice.

"There's a spy in the gang." He mutters, putting the empty glass back on the shelf.

"And you think it's me."

At the silence and her boyfriend's wandering gaze Y/N lets out an unfunny laugh, shaking her head, she never thought this would happen. Sure, at first Harry didn't tell her things about the gang not only because he didn't quite trust her, but because he wanted to protect her, as time went on he opened up more, but apparently it wasn't worth it.

Bullets crawls out of the room, knowing that sleep is more important than his parents' fight.

"You can't be serious, Harry." She tells him, watching him wander across the dark floor. "You know there's no chance that is me."

"Do I?" He asks, raising his head to look at her. "You knew everything, every plan, every location, everything."

"And why would I want to betray you, huh?" Her footsteps echo, and she stops in front of him.

"Everyone has a price." He replies. "Everyone."

"I don't have one, not when it comes to you." Y/N replies, trying to talk some sense into him. "I can't believe you're thinking this."

He knew, deep down he knew it hadn't been her, but what if he was wrong and Y/N had told them everything? he couldn't take chances, and he couldn't wait for the boys to track down the rat either, not when their lives were on the line.

It had to be her, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life. "I told you everything."

"Harry–"

"Leave, Y/N."

His heart burned as he uttered those words, he wouldn't know how to survive without her, not when she had been his salvation, his ray of light amongst so much darkness, his angel.

She looked up at him, her eyes watery and her mouth half open, she couldn't believe what she was hearing, after all they'd been through she loved him madly and she was never going to be able to tell him that.

"You don't mean it." She whispers, ducking her head so he doesn't see the tears falling from her cheeks. "No, wait."

"It's over."

She lifts her head and looks up into his eyes that hide the pain, she knows he's faking it, there's no way.

"Harry, you can't do this!" Her voice echoes through the house. "Please, you have to believe me, I didn't do it, please–"

Her sobs interrupt her and the long-haired man looks up at the ceiling so he doesn't see the scene in front of him. He feels like he's been stabbed twenty times at the pain of seeing and hearing the woman he loves sad because of him, but it's what he must do.

Y/N's still crying even as Harry takes her by the shoulders to lead her to the door, opening it to take her out of the house.

They both look at each other once more and she's furious, she wants to scream a million things in his face but she doesn't have the strength, so she just limits herself by saying. "You promised you'd never hurt me."

The gang leader smiles sadly, squeezing the door between his ringed hand. "Darling, I'm a criminal, you can't trust me."

The door closes between them. Y/N covers her face with her hands sobbing wildly, on the other side, Harry cries too, and grabs the first thing within reach to throw it against the wall, smashing it into a thousand pieces.

If only he could be a normal person and not... this.

(...)

"You don't understand, Austin, I love him!"

Y/N stamps the pizza dough against the counter, looking at her employee who just grimaces and squeezes her shoulder. "And I know he loves you too."

"Well, you can't tell, because he kicked me out of his house and broke up with me over something stupid!" She says, picking up the dough again to knead it to perfection. "God, if only he wasn't so cute I swear..."

"This is your first crisis as a couple, you'll work it out." He waves his hand, not making a big deal out of it. "Though if it's your first fight and he's already broken up with you..."

He's interrupted by the door swinging wide open, and Niall walks through it, searching for her with his eyes until he finally finds her. "Y/N."

"Niall." She says, surprised.

He strides over and stops in front of her, they both stare at each other for a few seconds until he hugs her tightly, not wanting to let go.

"Missed you." He says when they finally pull apart. "Everything's shit without you."

She laughs sadly, shrugging her shoulders. "Harry decided for everyone, as always."

The Irishman nods, looking around at the messy kitchen around them. "Do you have a minute?"

"Yes, yes." Y/N quickly wipes herself down with a dishtowel and walks with Niall behind her.

They leave the kitchen through the back door, leading to where Harry and Y/N first spoke, and the memory causes a stitch in her chest.

She missed him too much.

"What did you wanna tell me?" She asks, folding her arms in the cold.

"We found the spy."

(...)

"Sorry mate, she told me to fuck off."

Harry sighs, hiding his face in his arms then saying. "Here, for doing me the favour and going to talk to her."

The leader dumps three large wads of bills in front of his friend, who snorts and shakes his head. "You think I'm gonna take the fucking money? We're friends, whether you want it or not."

The bodyguard walks over to the office door and opens it, but before he leaves he turns around and says. "Oh, and grow some balls, Harry. You shoot people almost everyday but can't bring yourself to talk to your ex-girlfriend, we won't always be around to clean up the mess you leave."

The clatter of the door sounded in the silent room, Harry doesn't know what to say, he doesn't dare say a word because he knows Niall's right, he's an asshole and he should be the one to get Y/N back, not someone else.

The loudmouth had been Daniel, a new one in the business, and he'd made sure that he wouldn't bother anyone else. How could he've thought it was his angel?

He was like shit, he thinks he hasn't had a shower for a long time because of his greasy hair, he's stopped wearing suits to be alone in his pyjamas since Louis' the one who runs everything momentarily, he likes to drink and cry while petting his cat who misses her too.

Who couldn't miss her? It's only been a week since they broke up, and he feels like he's going crazy. It's not enough for him to get updates from Niall who still protects her from the shadows, he needs to see her, kiss her and ask for forgiveness.

Harry doesn't remember the last time he said sorry, it was when he came home with a busted lip and a black eye for the first time? yes, maybe, and that was when he was seventeen.

Now he's twenty-one and has an angel in his dark life he can't let go. He gets up from the chair determined, looking at the time on the expensive vintage clock in the corner of the room, it's early, early enough to go and get the love of his life back.

He takes a bath and puts on his black jeans with a hoodie and his chelsea boots, checks in the mirror that his hair is perfectly combed and runs downstairs, where his cat is lying on the sofa and is startled by the rumbling.

"Don't worry, Bullets, Mummy's gonna be back soon." Harry pets him and leaves a kiss on his nose. "Or at least I'll try."

He walks down to his garage, where he quickly picks out the Range Rover and gets out as quickly and safely as possible. It's ten o'clock at night, Y/N has already closed the restaurant and must be doing her bedtime routine.

"What are yeh doing?" Harry asks, leaning against the back of the bed, watching his girlfriend's shadow move constantly.

It's the first time he's stayed the night at her house, and he's sure it must be funny to see his all-black clothes in the pastel-coloured room and a man of his appearance lying on a bed with a blanket with the print of a tiger.

"My bedtime routine." Y/N comes out of the bathroom with a headband holding her hair out of her cream-filled face.

Harry feels his heart beating fast and his hands start to sweat, she makes him nervous, and he fears he might be falling in love.

"Do you wanna do it with me?"

Yes, he was falling in love, he didn't know it then, but he knows it now. Y/N is his everything, and he can't let her walk out of his life, which is why he now drives home fast, and sees the lights up, as well as his hopes.

He parks and gets out of the car in a hurry, not even thinking when he rings the doorbell until the door opens and he finally has her in front of him after so many days.

"Harry?" She asks in surprise, wearing a top and shorts that she wears as pajamas and he sighs through his nose at the sight. "What are you doing here? Didn't Niall talk to you?"

"Yes, yes he did, that's why m'here." He doesn't know what to say, he's practiced this under his breath on the way here but now he doesn't remember anything, fuck.

They're both silent for a few seconds, Y/N with an expression of total confusion and Harry with one of shame. She has one hand on the door, and the scene reminds her of when he kicked her out of his house but with the roles reversed.

After a few seconds, she asks. "Are you gonna tell me something?"

He runs a hand through his hair, tousling it. He wants to die right then and there, he doesn't know how to ask for forgiveness, he never has, but for her he can do anything.

"Forgive me." He says, head down. "I should never have doubted you, fuck, Y/N, sorry."

"Yes, you should never have doubted me." She replies. "You shouldn't have not let me talk either, broke up with me and kicked me out of your house."

He nods apologetically, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything I did, I'm a fucking asshole and I don't deserve you, but please… I promise if you forgive me, I'll make it right this time."

Y/N looks down at her hands as he clasps them together, taking her small, warm hands between his frozen ones. She wants to forgive him, to let him in and curl up with her face hidden in his hair as he strokes her back, but she can't do it so soon, she can't.

"Please, angel, please." Harry sobs, and it's the first time she's seen tears streaming down his cheeks. "There's just no getting through without you."

She feels a lump in her throat. "You have to give me some time, Harry, I thought that… I don't know, that you'd send your men after me, thinking I was the enemy."

He feels disgusted that he made his love live in fear, he would never forgive himself for what he did, no matter if she ever did. "In my life, you always have to be aware of the people around you, there are few you can trust, and I thought maybe, shit, I don't know why I thought that."

"I don't know either." Y/N smiles sadly, taking a step back. "Go away, Harry, just... give me three days."

"Three days?" His eyes sparkle.

"Three days."

(...)

Harry frowns at the brightness crashing against his eyelids, did he fall asleep with the light on again?

He tries to rub his fist across his eyes, but his hands are immobile. They're tied to a wooden chair, as are his feet.

He opens his eyes in alarm, with a curtain of hair in front of them narrowing his field of vision that quickly disappears when someone grabs him by the hair on the back of his neck, tilting it upwards. He grunts in pain, narrowing his eyes so that he can see in front of him without being disturbed by the bright light.

"Harry fucking Styles." Jameson Smith grins in front of him, flashing his gold paddle. "We finally got you, motherfucker."

He lets go, causing his head to fall forward before he lifts it up on his own. "If it wasn't for a rat in m'gang, you never would've even smelled my fucking scent."

The American laughs sardonically and slams his fist into Harry's stomach, who gasps from sudden shortness of breath, he knows he's already been hit more, the blood in his mouth gives them away.

"What the fuck do you want?" He asks, his voice muffled because of the pain. "We've already given you a territory."

"I want the whole area."

This time it's Harry's turn to laugh, tilting his head back he lets out loud, high-pitched guffaws. He can't believe what his poor ears have to listen to, a zone? this bald old man was clearly fucked in the head.

He keeps laughing, eyes closed, until a punch to his nose makes him grunt in pain. He feels the bone shift and is sure his septum is broken as the blood keeps leaking from his nostrils, sliding down his neck until it disappears into the fabric of his hoodie he wore to go to Y/N's house.

Y/N, holy fuck, if he'd kidnapped him before he could get into his Range Rover, that means they'd seen her and where she lives. The mere thought causes panic throughout his body, where is she? he just prays she never sees him like this.

If he bleeds, she should be the last to know.

"No, we didn't took the girl." Jameson replied as if he had read his mind. "We'll leave her as… the next warning."

Harry spat in his face, the red of his saliva mingling in the man's grizzled beard. "You're dreaming if you think you'll ever lay one of your sausage fingers on her."

Smith smiles cynically, wiping his face with the back of his wrist and kneeling in front of him. "Don't tempt me, Styles, with just a command I can get her to be here, maybe in those little shorts she was wearing earlier–"

The headbutt aimed at Jameson's nose echoes through the small room, and Harry barely has time to celebrate when he pulls a revolver from his waistband and slams the butt of it into the back of his neck, knocking him out.

(...)

Y/N couldn't fall asleep after her conversation with Harry, and is somewhat thankful that if she hadn't been awake, she wouldn't have heard the knocking on her door at three in the morning.

She gets up from the sofa, adjusting the cardigan against her body and looks through the peephole, finding Zayn's face and behind him the other three men.

"Hey, is everything okay?" She asks as she opens the door and lets them in.

She knows something isn't right, they'd never come to her flat before and they all looked scared and worried. Y/N had never seen them like that.

"Sit down, Y/N." Liam tells her, and they all follow her to the sofa where she sits again.

"You're scaring me, is Harry okay?" She asks, starting to feel the nerves building up in her chest.

Now that she thinks about it, she didn't hear his car leave the street, and the mere fact that something bad has happened to him terrifies her. Sadly, Niall mutters. "Someone kidnapped him."

Y/N holds a hand to her chest in horror, navigating her gaze between the four boys who look at her in grief. Louis sits down next to her and takes her hand, squeezing it.

"We need your help, otherwise we wouldn't be here worrying you." He says, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Before you and Harry broke up, he made a will."

The paper falls into her hands and she takes it silently, she has no words, she doesn't know what to say, she can barely read the paper. All she's thinking about is if he's okay, she needs him to be okay.

"In that will, it says that if anything happens to him, you're the next in charge."

She lifts her head to look up at Zayn in surprise, her mouth is open in shock and she can't believe what her ears have just picked up. "Me?"

"Yeah, you. It used to be Louis, but when Harry met you, he quickly decided to put you instead." Niall replies.

"I gotta admit it hurt my ego at first but I'm over it now." The Doncaster man shrugs.

"But why me? I don't know anything about gangs, about guns, I...–" She scratches her hands nervously, searching for answers in her friends' eyes.

"We'll take care of that, you just give the call." Liam kneels down in front of her as do the other two. "We know where Harry is, but we need a plan and for you to give us permission to go in."

She blinks a couple of times to make sure she's not dreaming and nods quickly, getting up from the couch followed by the men. "So, do you guys have any ideas?"

Niall nods. "We're going in through the front, it's going to be dangerous, yeah, but quicker."

"Oh so you're crazy?"

The question catches them off guard, and they look at each other. "Do I have to answer honestly?" Louis says, and Y/N rolls her eyes.

"You have to plan it right, the leader, your best friend, my– Harry's in danger." She walks over to the table, grabbing a notepad to start taking notes. "You're gonna sneak in, first kill the guards but no guns, with a few knives or just choke them. It's better if it's small groups of people–"

"It's just us, there's not a lot of people on the base." Liam adds.

"Then maybe it's best if you split into two groups, one will look for Harry, the other will make sure there's no inconvenience, then, you're gonna reunite to rescue Harry."

Y/N continues to explain the plan as she looks at them and notes, they're stunned, and when she finishes Liam decides to speak up. "How do you know all this?"

She feels the blood rise to her cheeks. "Well, I had no choice being the girlfriend of a gang leader, sometimes it's all he talks about."

The five of them are about to leave, she's going to stay at Harry's house where she'll wait for them, it's not safe to stay here alone, not after being watched. They all get into Louis' car and leave her at the mansion and then head back to the base. "Good luck." Y/N whispers as she watches the car drive off down the street.

As she gets in, she feels tired, and now realizes how much she missed this house, because even though it was dark and quiet, it was the home where she and Harry were happy.

Then she heard the meow.

Bullets ran to her meowing, scrubbing at her legs with his tail raised and purring.

"Oh, my baby!" She exclaims, scooping him up in her arms and leaving kisses all over his head. "I missed you, so much."

And he missed her too, bumping their heads together and licking her nose, his mum was back. Y/N sits on the sofa with the cat in her lap, leaving cuddles on him but she can't stop thinking about what must be going on at that base. She's scared, really scared.

(...)

Doors, footsteps, gunshots, moans of pain are all Harry's ears can pick up.

His whole body aches from his bad posture, bound hands and feet and his broken septum, but he has no time to worry about his pain now. He opens his eyes, grunting in the light and sees Jameson pacing around the dingy room, he's talking into a radio and looks extremely nervous.

"Don't let them get to where I am." Is the last thing he says before he sees that the british man is awake and approaches him. "You're in luck, Styles. Your fucking friends came to save you."

Harry smiles, his bloodshot teeth forming a grotesque, cynical sight for anyone who sees it. He's relieved, and now understands that the shots are from his friends, his brothers.

"Don't smile too much, I won't let them find you alive." The old man removes the gun from his waistband and takes the safety off, aiming it at the long-haired man's temple. "Something you want me to say to your sweet girl?"

He clenches his jaw angrily and if it weren't for being tied up, he would've already emptied the clip all over Jameson's face, warping it into a beautiful abstract painting he wishes he could hang in his living room for all to see. He doesn't care that he's going to die, he knows the consequences his life carries, but shit how he's going to miss his mom, his sister, his friends, his cat and most of all his angel.

He'll miss everything about her, her smell, her smile, her sweet way of being, when she would come into his office to leave him something to eat or to beg him to go to bed with her, when she would give him kisses on his jaw or when she would sometimes braid his hair even though he proclaimed he hated it.

Harry opens his mouth and takes a breath to speak, but the door bursts open and a perfect hole is drawn in Jameson's forehead, the product of Zayn's magnum 44.

His limp body falls to the floor in a thud, and his four best friends come over to him, dropping to their knees.

"H, shit." Niall says, scanning his body.

"Mate… your nose." Liam closes his eyes sensitively as does Louis who whispers a "i'm gonna vomit."

"Wouldn't you two better stop crying like little girls and untie me? this chair isn't specifically the best place to sleep." He rolls his eyes, but inside he's relieved to the bone that they're here.

Liam and Niall untie him and carry him to the car while Zayn and Louis cover them with their guns raised in case there's anyone else left at the base. Luckily, that doesn't seem to be the case, and they all get into the car safely.

Harry groans as he feels the comfortable seat against his hard back, he needs to sleep for at least a week, preferably hugging Y/N's warm body.

He opens his eyes wide, lifting his head. "Where's Y/N?"

"She's at your house, waiting for you." Liam glances at him in the rearview mirror and he sighs.

"You still have to wait." Zayn adds as he drives through the dark streets of London. "I have to put that shitty nose of yours back in place."

Harry smiles and tries to relax, but it's hard when he was about to die, his nose is broken, and he just wants to see Y/N. He just wants her.

It takes at least two hours of driving before they reach his mansion and he can already see the sky starting to clear, the tiredness is already setting in and he feels bad that Y/N probably hasn't slept either because she's worried.

He gets out of the car with Niall's help and Liam opens the door, ushering them all in. The living room light is on and he feels excited to see her again, he wants to run if his legs weren't so bloody sore.

"Go, we'll wait for you here." Louis tells him and they all nod.

Harry limps into the room, holding his stomach and smiles when he sees her, she doesn't seem to have heard the noise they made when they came in, and only when he grunts from the pain she turns around.

"H!" She exclaims and runs to him, hugging him and bursting into tears.

Y/N sobs desperately, hiding in his chest, she was so scared, she didn't even want to think about the things that could've happened to him if the boys hadn't rescued him. "You're here."

She breaks away to take his face in her hands and look at him. He looks terrible, his nose is already starting to turn purple and there's dried blood all over his factions, but he looks beautiful as ever, and she knows she'll never love anyone the way she loves him.

He smiles and nods. "I'm here."

His thumb wipes away her tears and he presses their foreheads together. He's happy, he's full, but shit how his legs are aching. "Can we... go to the sofa, please?"

She nods furtively and helps him sit, where Bullets is waiting happy to see his father again, curled up in his lap, getting cuddles. Y/N feels a pain in her chest at seeing Harry so hurt, but he was alive and that was all that mattered.

A few minutes pass, Y/N has one arm around Harry's shoulders, stroking the long hairs at the nape of his neck, and he's stroking his black cat, thinking about what to say.

"You know," He begins. "When I was kidnapped, they told me they saw you, they saw where you live and what you look like."

She feels a shiver run through her body and clings tighter to him, urging him to continue.

"I can't let anything happen to you, I swore to protect you, and that's what I want to do forever." He lifts his head to look into her eyes. "I can't wait any longer, not even three days, move in with me, Y/N."

Her eyebrows raise in surprise, they haven't even said the three words yet, but they know, and aside from having to leave her house because they now know where she lives, there's nothing she wants more than to be with him when she comes home from a long day's work.

So Y/N smiles, and gives him a peck on the lips, not caring about the blood. "I'd love to."

Harry sighs quietly, if suffering for years meant that at some point he would find his angel, he'd live through everything he went through a thousand and one more times. They both stay silent and cuddled together, the only thing that can be heard is their breaths and Bullets purring until Zayn enters the room.

"Sorry to interrupt your romantic moment, but, Harry, if I don't fix your wounds you're gonna stay like this for life and I don't think Y/N would like that."

She breaks away from him quickly. "I forgot, I'm sorry!"

The gang leader stands with her help and grunts, starting to walk towards his friend who's waiting for him with gloves on and a needle with thread in his hand. Before disappearing through the frame, he turns and looks Y/N in the eye. "You'll be waiting for me so we can do your bedtime routine together, right?"

"Always."

I’m on my 3rd listen of RED ( Taylor’s Version) atm seriously I can’t get enough!!! ALSO THOSE VAULT SONGS WHATTTTTT!!???❤️ AND THE 10min VERSION OF ATW IM CRYING WOW

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