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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)
This concept got almost 400 votes and so many requests. Thank you!
HERE IT IS!
Word count: 4k+
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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.
So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.
Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.
But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.
You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.
But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there.
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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.
“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.
“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.
“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.
“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.
“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.
“I’m going away. You suck.”
It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.
“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.
“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”
“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”
“No…”
“Oh yes!”
And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.
“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.
“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.
“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.
“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.
“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.
“Oh no, I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.
“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.
“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”
She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”
“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.
“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.
He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.
At least, I met him.
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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)
This concept got almost 400 votes and so many requests. Thank you!
HERE IT IS!
Word count: 4k+
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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.
So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.
Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.
But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.
You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.
But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there.
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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.
“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.
“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.
“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.
“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.
“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.
“I’m going away. You suck.”
It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.
“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.
“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”
“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”
“No…”
“Oh yes!”
And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.
“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.
“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.
“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.
“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.
“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.
“Oh no, I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.
“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.
“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”
She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”
“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.
“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.
He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.
At least, I met him.
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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)
This concept got almost 400 votes and so many requests. Thank you!
HERE IT IS!
Word count: 4k+
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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.
So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.
Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.
But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.
You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.
But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there.
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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.
“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.
“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.
“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.
“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.
“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.
“I’m going away. You suck.”
It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.
“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.
“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”
“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”
“No…”
“Oh yes!”
And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.
“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.
“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.
“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.
“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.
“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.
“Oh no, I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.
“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.
“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”
She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”
“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.
“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.
He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.
At least, I met him.
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“I don’t know, I find him a little rude,” you said as you packed all the stuff from the dressing room.
“What?” Maria yelled laughing, “don’t let any of his admirers hear you say that. You will be killed.”
“The truth is all I am confessing to,” I raised my hands. “But really, after the initial smile, handshake and hello, all he does is ignore you. Tell me if you have had a conversation with him?” You knew she hadn’t. “He only talks to people he knows, and then it’s just smiles and hellos and you can’t fool me with em. That’s how all high society pricks act like!”
“But, he isn’t high society. He is from a village.”
“No, with that bank account, he is high society. And those suits. He is seelctive with his people and all his people are high class, what do you call them?”
“Snobs?” Maria laughed.
“Yes! We shall be like that one day! Or at least deal directly with them one day!” You said sitting down on one of the high chairs.
“I know you will be, I can be your assistant!” She opened the door, telling you to step outside so she could lock up.
You both didn’t know that someone had stayed behind in the theatre and was waiting for it to clear so he could stand on the stage once more to thank his stars.
“But, I mean he has to have some smart people talent. Everyone he meets has everything good that they can say about him! While all he does is pretend to be nice. I think, it is because he doesn’t have any deep innteraction with em,” you analysed.
“It’s not like people who work with him say anything bad either,” maria stated.
“Point. Who knows if he interacts with them either though, and the people he does interact with - You know what! He knows how to make those high networking connections! Yeah, that’s it! Then he doesn’t have to talk to us. We can just be happy with a handshake, while he can connect with the big fish!” You worked kn your analysis, while Harry was shocked to hear all your statements. He raised his shoulders bewildered how you were making those assumptions.
“Yeah if he does, it gives out that aura as well which high society pricks like to have!” Maria added.
“Yeah! The untouchable aura! You know you want to be a part of it, but you can’t be!” You laughed. “This is stupid.”
“Yeah, I am sure no one can pretend to not be the original prick for so long. I am sure he is really that nice!” Maria wrapped everything up, picking her car keys.
“Maybe he is a rude guy who pretends to be kind so that he doesn’t have to interact with anybody!” You concluded.
“Yes let that be it! C'mon!”
“Oh wait, go walk to the car! I left my jacket near the wings!” You ran towards the stage as Maria walked out. Locating you jacket, you noticed a stage light to be switched on, and you went to close it when you saw someone on stage on his knees, hand folded like he was praying.
“Umm, hello sir. I’m sorry, but you aren’t allowed to be here-” he turned around and you caught your breath. It was your employer, oh no, it was Harry Styles and you were literally bashing him and his personality all along. You didn’t mean any of it. It was just banter.
“Yeah, I was just leaving!” He kissed the stage and got up.
“Or you can stay. I don’t think anyone would stop you,” you said raising your hands, not wanting to interrupt.
“You did just stop me,” he shrugged.
“Yes, but I don’t have any authority over you,” you stated, laughing nervously.
“I’ll walk out with you,” he smiled walking towards you. “So what was the conclusion? Am I genuinely nice, or a rude jerk who pretends to be nice so he can be nice and leave as soon as he can so he doesn’t have to interact with like of you? Was that it?”
“The two options, yes.” Fuck. “Mr Styles, it was just bant-”
“But, who is ‘you’? I mean is it the fans, or the people who work backstage, or random people I meet on the street, or people who I don’t want to have a connection with because that would not give me the aura of being untouchable?” He went on and you turned red as a tomato.
“Am I fired?” You ask.
“For analysing?” He asked.
“For being rude,” you stated. “You don’t seem to talk much and I like to think you are human so I was trying to identify your flaws. And passing the time, I help Maria clean up because she helped me film,” you said trying to explain yourself.
“You are with the film crew?” He asked.
“Please don’t fire me. My analysis won’t be on your dvd.”
“I’d hope not. You just figured the real me and I won’t want anyone to know!” You could get the sarcasm behind the sentence.
“You’re angry. I haven’t seen that emotion before. How about this? It is my second day, and we have your last two shows to shoot. I can not interact with you either, and you can also come up with a horrible assumption of me like I did of you, and we would be equal?”
“Or I could just not give a fuck and walk away?” He said, taking his car keys out and pressing the button.
“Where is the fun in that?” You mumbled.
“What?” He snapped.
“It is your wish, sir. Of course. Apologies for well…assuming. Bye. Have a good evening,” you blurted out, taking steps away from him.
“I stopped caring about how people think, you know?” He said, stopping you in the tracks.
“That’s good. You shouldn’t care what people think about you anyway.” You nodded.
“You are discrediting your own view.” He responded.
“I’m stranger. You’re a stranger. I wouldn’t care about what you think about me either.” You shrugged.
“That is if I made that assumption about you?” He smirked.
“I apologised. Are you one of those who keep rubbing the same spot again and again?” I crossed my arms.
He laughed and then, said, “Bye, I hope I don’t see you again while you are shooting the two shows.”
“I would say the same, but I won’t be that lucky since I am working for you!” Your mind yelled to bite your tongue but, you had to have a smart mouth. He turned around walking away, and raised his middle finger up in the air. You deserved it, but were still appalled. And a littlw bit too embarressed to repeat this to anyone. Who’d want to know, you made Harry Styles your enemy? Little did you know, he was just as embarrased as yourself.
#56 Still The One (Harry Styles)
Okay, This is INCREDIBLY SMUTTY, ANGSTY AND CHEESY.
Concept: Harry wants Y/N. Y/n definitely wants Harry. But, Y/N is Mitch’s friend who knows Harry too well. And Harry didn’t call Y/N after sleeping with her and Mitch warned Y/N about Harry crushing all her hopes. But, Harry wants Y/N.
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I couldn’t place when I finally decided that I was a fan of open-mouthed kisses down my neck, but him doing that, right now with his other hand holding my hair tight and tipping it back for him to control was absolutely divine. I knew I would give up everything to be here, this close to him if he promised to keep this up.
“Lie down f’me, will ya?” he pressed you down, going down my chest as I giggled. “What’s funny?” He mouthed on my chest.
“Tickles,” I giggled again, as he bought his face back to kiss me.
“So,” he paused sitting up. He was in his boxers, and I was down to my underwear, and I had no recall on how we dropped our clothes down so fast. It was steamy yeah, but it was funny as well, since he had been making me laugh so loud before he kissed me which was a brilliant way to get me to do anything I figured or he did. It was only the second time I had met him, and he was a step ahead. I sat up on my elbows, my boobs out on display, as his eyes kept flicking on to them, then my eyes, and , my lips, “we can stop, “ He offered pouting.
“But, we took off all our clothes,” I whined.
“I like how you think,” he winked. He knew this was my second attempt at sex, and a lot he did for me was happening for the first time. Like him going down on me. If the neck kisses were divine, his tongue licking around, flicking my clit was hell. A hell, I would want to be buried in forever. He knew what he was doing clearly, cause he knew how to work me up, better than I could myself. I felt his finger going in and out of me, while he sucked around so diligently. “Gotta loosen you up, pet if we want this party to go anywhere, s’fuckin tight, it’s insane,” he kept working on it, while my moans reached the zone of downright embarrassed whimpering. He kept a tight hold on my legs as he worked on the third finger in, “doing so well baby, so good f’me.” I didn’t know what made me cum, his words, his fingers or his tongue, but I fell apart so quick in his hands, which made me want to laugh and cry.
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“Harry, wake up!” She heard Mitch’s voice first before, she saw him. Her head was still on Harry’s chest, their bodies wrapped together after the events of last night. His arm pinned her tightly to his body which made it difficult for her turn around before Mitch entered the room and stopped in his tracks. Their clothes were all over the room, yes but his eyes were on her, wide eyes, eyes in shock. She turned her head up to look at Harry waking up as well, as he placed a kiss on her forehead.
“G’mornin,” he whispered just for her, before blinking his eyes and looking at a shocked Mitch.
“What are you guys doing?”Mitch shook his head. “What are you doing, Harry?” Harry looked at him in confusion. “Wait, what the fuck are you still doing here, Y/N? You have to be in the office in,” he looked at his watch, “40 minutes, Y/N!”
“Oh fuck!” She got up fast, but Harry pulled her back in covering her with the duvet, and then, making her get up again holding it. “I’m naked.” She laughed. Mitch walked around the room collecting her clothes and throwing them on the bed.
“This is unbelievable. Absolutely ridiculous, I tell you!” Mitch went on, as Harry got up and kissed her shoulder giggling, distracting her again. “Oh my god Y/N, get off the bed! He doesn’t employ you!”
“Oh fuck!” she snapped, and quickly wore the T-shirt in front of her. Placing a kiss on Harry’s cheek, she collected all her clothes and bolted towards the bathroom. She was almost late to her internship’s meeting which she had been stressing out about all week.
Back in the room, Mitch’s cross face, met Harry in question, “what the fuck happened?”
Harry smiled big, and fell back on his pillows, “I had the best night ever!”
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Her eyes on my chest as she concentrated hard for a second before she dipped down running her tongue on my nipple, and then holding on to it, sucking. Did she know that I loved teasing ‘em a bit when I was alone, because it was something that always had me going instantly, not that my cock needed much help anymore. Somehow her choosing to pleasure me, than it being the opposite which was always was the case, really made me feel warm, a bit fuzzy in my chest. Her sweet lips moved across to the other side, and my eyes rolled in my head as I felt her hands go down on me. She licked down straight to my tattoo, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before she placed a kiss right at the centre, and moved down.
I didn’t know how we ended up here, or imagine her to be so confident in handling me. She was mostly confident when she spoke to people, but I could tell she was quite shy when it turned into an intimate setting. This side of hers however, put me in complete awe. She sat on her knees, pulling her long hair all to one side, “we can stop, you know?” she repeated my line with a smirk, knowing she was killing me.
“No please,” I begged, and she gave me sweetest smile before grabbing my cock out of my boxers, and putting me her mouth. So eager, as her tongue licked down on the side, her hands holding me tight and making my toes curl. She stroked and flicked working so hard, and my hands went and removed her hair from her face, “so pretty,” I moaned. Holding her hair, as she licked down, humming slightly making me shiver a bit, she suckled my balls, filling her mouth, before she went back again taking me in as far as she could. I could feel the back of her throat vibrate as I praised her. I crashed back down on the bed, getting up instantly as the pleasure drove me a bit crazy. Her lips tight, she held still, her eyes meeting mine, as I held her head, and fucked her mouth. I was done within the next few seconds, and she took all of me in, before pulling me out of her mouth, and wiping a chin. I knew was sin looked like.
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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)
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Word count: 4k+
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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.
So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.
Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.
But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.
You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.
But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there.
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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.
“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.
“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.
“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.
“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.
“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.
“I’m going away. You suck.”
It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.
“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.
“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”
“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”
“No…”
“Oh yes!”
And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.
“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.
“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.
“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.
“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.
“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.
“Oh no, I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.
“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.
“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”
She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”
“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.
“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.
He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.
At least, I met him.
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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)
This concept got almost 400 votes and so many requests. Thank you!
HERE IT IS!
Word count: 4k+
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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.
So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.
Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.
But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.
You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.
But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there.
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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.
“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.
“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.
“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.
“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.
“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.
“I’m going away. You suck.”
It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.
“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.
“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”
“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”
“No…”
“Oh yes!”
And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.
“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.
“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.
“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.
“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.
“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.
“Oh no, I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.
“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.
“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”
She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”
“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.
“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.
He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.
At least, I met him.
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Coffee Shop
a/n: My first one-shot on here!! I'm excited for this :)) Please do give any feedback, it would be much appreciated! I love to read y'alls thoughts. Also remember yall, the reblog button is right next to the like! Not proof read, all mistakes are mine. Requests are open!! Love you guys 🥰
Pairing: Coffee Shop!Harry x Y/N (oh and Niall makes an appearance)
Warnings: fluff- just two idiots in love, drinking, tiny bit of swearing (Italics mark as flashbacks)
Summary: Harry works at the coffee shop, and Y/N's a regular customer.
Word Count: a little over 2.4k
“Iced Americano for Lydia!”
The coffee shop was bustling with energy- there was always a person occupying every single seat, and the noises of the coffee machines and staff always added to the liveliness of this shop. The dings of the door opening and closing indicated a new person entering, and the orders being taken place were just another ingredient to the mix.
Deja Brew, as they had named it, was the busiest and most known coffee shop within the city. People would come in here for the morning runs before work, they would simply sit at a table while typing away at their computer, or they would be here with friends. Everyone loved this tiny area- all the things about it screamed home.
What Harry loved most about it, however, was one specific customer- mocha and blueberry muffin girl. He had developed a little crush only a while ago… but he had been seeing her ever since he had started working here.
“Hey, how may I help you?” Another one of his coworkers took her order. Aiden was in the back during his break time. He was looking down at her phone as he had nothing better to do.
“Hi! I’d like a mocha and a blueberry muffin please,” she said. Harry looked up to see the most beautiful person he had ever seen to date. She already had her card out and was ready to pay.
“Will that be all?” She smiled up at his coworker, the small wrinkles by the side of her light brown eyes showing.
“Yes, please.”
He thought he would never see her again. He thought he would get over that “love at first sight”. What he didn't know was she was a regular. Ever since then, he observed that she always ordered the same thing off the menu. Every. Single. Day.
Only a few days after taking her order, Harry had gotten her mocha and blueberry muffin ready before she came into the shop. He wanted her to pay and leave so she wouldn't have to wait to continue her day. All of this but he didn't even know her name.
People had crushes on others without knowing their names, right? He wasn't crazy, right?
It did bother Harry a little bit, but that was okay. He got to see her everyday, and that was enough. And it wasn't like she was ever going to notice him anyways.
He was broken from his daydream when his coworker, Niall tapped Harry on his shoulder.
“Wondering when your lover will walk through the door?” Niall teased him.
“Oh for fuck's sake, Niall. She's not my ‘lover’,” Harry sighed and checked his watch for the fifth time. ‘She should be here any moment’, he thought. He had her order packed fresh and ready.
“Haha, biggest joke of the year. I’ve seen the way you admire her. If you aren't gonna make a move, I might just make one,” Niall rolled his eyes. Harry could tell Niall was only joking. He wouldn't do that to his friend… hopefully not.
“Hey,” Harry dragged out. “Don't you dare.” Just like any other day, she walked into the shop at the same time as before. He quickly shooed Niall away as he laughed, and Harry grabbed the blueberry muffin and mocha and made his way to her. This would be the day he would finally give her the order.
“Hi, blueberry muffin and mocha?” Harry asked her even though he already knew the answer. She looked as pretty as ever, and his crush was only growing.
“Oh, yes,” her voice was sweet and light. That made Harry wonder even more what she would be like if he got to know her.
“Your name?” he asked. To be honest, he didn't even need her name. Her order was sitting on the side counter. All he had to do was pick it up and hand it to her. But he wanted to know for the sake of not feeling weird of having a middle school crush on her and not knowing her name.
“Y/N,” she said while digging something out from her purse. Y/N. A name as soft and beautiful as the person shown outside. He found himself staring at her, and as soon as she looked up, they locked eyes. Now it felt like eternity for Harry, but it was only a few seconds that they held their stare. Y/N broke it by offering him a smile, only for him to swoon all over it mentally.
“Alright, your total will be $6.30.” She quickly paid, said thanks, and left. A short conversation but a worthy one nonetheless. He finally got to know her name after two weeks of crushing on her. Niall came up to Harry and stood behind him, trying to find where Harry was staring off to.
“Oh lord. Now what happened?” Niall asked.
“Y/N,” Harry breathed out. “That's her name.”
“Oh wow, you know her name now. Good for you,” Niall said. Harry just rolled his eyes and continued to work, with Y/N in his mind for the rest of the day.
It had been a few weeks since Y/N had told Harry her name… and their “relationship” had gotten better. When she came into the shop everyday, she always waved to him on her way in or out.
And he smiled and waved back.
In those few weeks, that crush had developed into something more, since he got to see her everyday. He wanted to be able to hang out with her, take her on dates, and just talk to her about life. But he didn't want her to think that he was creepy or a stalker- definitely not a stalker.
It was around 7 in the evening, and Y/N was seated in a dimly lit corner booth with someone. ‘Why was she here so late?’ he thought. The guy she was with was wearing a white knit sweater and glasses, and his black hair was styled in a quiff. He was talking to Y/N but she was looking around the shop. The guy was quite engrossed in his story- Harry could tell by the way he was moving his hands… he was also the only person talking.
Y/N was sipping her coffee and nodding her head every once in a while, but Harry could tell she wasn't really paying attention. She set her coffee down on the table and fiddled with her rings. Meanwhile, the guy moved closer to her while she moved farther away. She was already at the very edge of the seat.
Suddenly the guy's phone rang. He walked out of the booth, immediately picked up the phone, and started talking.
“Yes, mum. I’ll be there,” he replied to the phone. He quickly said something to her and walked through the door of the shop. Y/N sighed and made her way to the counter to pay for whatever the guy and she ordered.
“You ok?” Harry asked. She looked tired and ready to go home. “Looks like he just walked out on you.”
“Oh yeah, he's a treat,” she said sarcastically. “Apparently his mother called him. Good thing he left because I couldn't stand a minute more of him. ” Both of them shared a laugh, but then Harry asked the question that was on his mind the entire night.
“So is he your…” He didn't want to finish that so he wouldn't be assuming anything. The last thing he wanted to do was offend Y/N.
“Oh no, he was just a guy I met off of an online dating site. Not really sure how I matched up with him though, all he talked about was the movie series that he's obsessed with.”
“Sounds pretty boring to me. ”
“Trust me, that's an understatement. Even if I were to get with him… I’d just rather not.”
“So then? Who would you like?” Harry wondered. He’d wanted to know for a long time. He was hoping for something along the lines of him, but he knew that was a long shot. He always kept hoping for something that was out of reach for him. He had a tendency to do that.
“I don't know, maybe someone nice and simple? I want our relationship to be a two way street, and not like how this so-called ‘date’ went. Again, I’m not really sure how I got set up with him,” she rolled her eyes. Harry noticed how she also used her hands while talking to express herself.
“I can imagine. Once I got matched with someone and when we were out, she had this guy on her arm the entire time. They even started making out in front of me while we were having coffee,” Harry shuddered at the memory. That’s one reason why he will never go on Tinder dates again.
“Oh my god,” she laughed. He could never get tired of that laugh. “That must've been so awkward. Third-wheeling the entire time.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure that was her ex and got back with him.”
Y/N gasped at the fact, “Seriously?” Harry nodded his head while she raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “Oh wow. People are so extraordinary.”
Y/N was a living example of that. Harry could listen to her all the time and still kiss the ground she walked on. Only having known her for not a long time, he couldn't wait to get to know more about her.
Changing the topic of dating, she asked, “Wanna go somewhere to drink? It’s a Friday.” She looked at him with hopeful eyes, and he knew that she wanted a distraction from her shitty night. Drinking isn’t all that fun alone. So he had no other option to agree. He had no right to decline an offer from Y/N herself.
It was around midnight, and the two of them had had one too many glasses of alcohol to drink. They were sitting in a booth in the corner of a random bar they found down the street, and the music playing on the T.V. added a livelihood to the place. They had done a couple shots. Then some lighter drinks to continue the night. Neither of them wanted this night to end.
Y/N was sipping on her pink drink that Harry didn't know the name of, and he himself settled for a beer. They were both all giggly, and the cuddly side of Y/N came out halfway through the night. Her head rested on his shoulder, and his head was on her head. She had completely let go and Harry was glad to see her like this, dating and work definitely was a hassle. He knew from experience.
Y/N had told Harry a lot of stuff about her life, from her childhood embarrassments to her graduating.
“I was jumping on the bouncy house, when my mouth got stuck on the side net. My tooth fell out! I couldn't find it, so all the people around the bouncy house started looking for it with me.”
Harry, on the contrary, had let her speak. Sure, he pitched in with a few of his stories from time to time, but he wanted her to enjoy it. He also wanted to hear her voice more.
He watched her fingers as they fiddled with her rings and how she gasped in between her stories when she remembered another. Call him smitten, but it was something Harry enjoyed and found comfort in. Had he mentioned that he could do this all day?
Suddenly Y/N sat up with attention and sat her drink down on the table. She turned her body to face him and started, “You know why I come into your coffee shop everyday?” She didn't even let him answer. “It’s to see someone… and do you know who that is? It's you! It was my first time coming into the shop when I first saw you. But then I knew that I had to see you more,” she said.
Harry was too stunned to speak. She came everyday to see him? She was spilling secrets that Harry wasn't sure she was aware of. Although, she wasn’t drunk, but also not not tipsy.
She grabbed his face in her hands and squeezed his cheeks together. “You’re so cute, Harry. Your eyes are to die for.”
“Oh- thank you. You aren't so bad yourself, Y/N.”
“So tell me… are you dating anyone? Any girlfriend? Boyfriend?” She lets her hands drop from his cheeks and back to her side.
“Not yet. But I mean, the spot’s always open if you ever wanna fill it in.” She let out a loud giggle and responded back almost immediately.
“I’ll sleep on it, get back to you tomorrow morning.” Her smile was brighter than the shining moon, and her cheeks were strawberry red. It was a sight to behold. He took out his phone and open the camera. He took a quick picture.
“What was that for?” Y/N asked.
“Just a photo to remember the beautiful person in front of me.”
“Oh please, Harry. You’re too much,” she said. She stood up and dragged them both in front of their booth.
“Dance with me,” she whispered to him.
She put her hand on his shoulders, and his on her waist. They slowly swayed in their spots to the soft music in the background, and they held eye contact for some time.
The pink neon light from the window sign was lighting up Y/N’s face, and that made her look even more adorable.
How was it possible for someone to be this gorgeous?
Y/N leaned in to rest her forehead on Harry’s and their noses softly rubbed against each other. Her lopsided smile was still quite big, and Harry had the same on his face.
It felt like eternity to him when they leaned in, and neither of them knew who did it first. Her lips were placed onto his in a matter of seconds. It was a soft and cute kiss, but it was enough for Harry. Her lips felt like heaven.
They pulled away and Y/N giggled. Harry stole another kiss, and then gave a tiny peck to her nose.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing you, darling.”
She ducked her face into his neck, where she placed another light kiss.
“Take me home, Harry. You can kiss me all you want there.”
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