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I run a Harry Styles Blog because it’s a way of breathing out and relaxing for me. But, for a lot of people out here, it is their life. And if it to you, I want to tell you, as your well-wisher, you need to find a different priority.
Getting Harry Styles tour tickets is not life. There are a few worse problems in the world, maybe something in your life that deserves your attention spent here. Please prioritise and don’t be upset for not being able to buy some overly expensive tickets. Your love and dedication to Harry Styles is no less. This means a lot to you now, but it won’t in a few days, so don’t hurt yourself and go into a panic attack. In short, please don’t make this your life. It is not worth it.
If you would like to talk about this, about what you’re feeling, please drop me a pm and, we shall discuss it. If you want to claim that this man who doesn’t know of your existence - is your life, please do tell me and, we’ll look into this together.
- A disturbed 21-year-old Fan.
#31 The Outside Scene Part 2 (Harry Styles)
Dedicated to the Anon who asked me twice…I hope this makes you happy.
Part 1
Word Count: 2,185
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I created this company from scratch. With my people, it is one of the best firms in the market today, but still having a woman at the head didn’t please my competition. I just had a meeting with another owner who wanted to buy my firm. My lawyer made sure that we ended up buying his instead, but still being treated less than others just because I wasn’t a man pissed me off.
I had not seen Harry since morning. I got ready to leave for my meeting as soon as I entered my house. Not overthinking, and just locking my emotions in a box was the best that I could do. He owed nothing to me. And, I didn’t want to hear him say that it was a mistake. “I want the files for the Macron deal on my table, and tell James to come to the office right now,” I kept myself busy as soon as I entered office not wasting time or giving myself a moment to think about this morning. “Why are we lagging behind on this? We need to be more careful. This is not done.”
James apologised for his team lagging behind the deal, and I realised that I might need another head, “Last chance James, I know you like working differently, but I will have to put someone in to supervise. This is the third delay and, we can’t continue to work like this.”
The phone rang, “Ma’am, Mr Styles wants to talk to you. He says it is urgent…very…very urgent,” my assistant on the line following what Harry was telling her to say.
“I’m almost done, send him in,” I said, keeping the phone down. James got up to leave, “I won’t warn again James, I’d really like the results,” He gulped and then, nodded. Harry entered, ready to say something, but stopped seeing James in the room. “Mr Styles, please take a seat,” I said. James whispered all the best to him, and he frowned. “Yes, tell me, Mr Styles, what can I do for you?” He looked so amazing, he was wearing a blue shirt with suit pants, his hair tied in a bun, showcasing his sharp jaw line.
Taking his eyes off the closing door, “Umm, it’s not about work.”
“Okay, then?” I kept a poker face.
“Strange thing happened,” he said, locking the door, “I kissed someone last night, well…made out and when I came back after picking up my daughter, I had a thank you note lying on the table.”
“What more were you expecting?” I said, and his eyes widened.
“You could have texted or called. I left in a hurry, Charlie was crying,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter now, Mr Styles,” I said.
“Hey…it does. It does matter to me.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter to me so, I’d appreciate you going back to work. Please.” I felt like I hurt him. His eyes showed that he was hurt. He shook his head, shrugged and walked out of the door.
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“I heard about your breakup,” my sister called me in the evening.
“Really? It has been months,” I said, trying to finish cooking this garlic chicken so, I could eat and sleep.
“You should have called, or said something. I had written both your names for the book inauguration party. Now, who will I get to accompany you?” This was her concern. Not that I broke up with a guy after five years.
“Why don’t you just cut our names?” I told her, annoyed.
“Don’t be selfish,” I rolled my eyes at that comment. “Your ex-boyfriend sent his RSVP,” she said.
“What? You’re calling him?” I almost dropped my phone.
“Yeah, of course. Just because you’ve broken up with the perfect man, doesn’t mean our friendship is over. Anyway, he is a big name. It will add some glamour to my party,” I couldn’t believe her words. But, she had always been like that.
“And you still expect me to come?”
“Yes, with someone. I’ll see you there, someone else is calling me,” she cut the call. I had never felt so angry. My sister was another case, but he was going to my family’s party with his new girlfriend. What the hell was that? Could no one see how wrong it was? I picked up my pan and threw it against the wall, as I broke down crying on the floor.
The doorbell rang after a minute, and it kept ringing. I wiped my tears and got up. Walking to the door, I saw Charlie standing in her night suit, with Harry standing behind her in a towel, wet. “Are you okay?” She asked as she gave me a hug.
“She pulled me straight out of the shower after she heard something fall,” Harry said. Charlie invited herself in and saw the pan on the floor. Harry was quick to notice it as well. He walked into the kitchen and switched the stove off. “Charlie, why don’t you take her to our house, and I’ll join you there?”
“There’s no need,” I tried to say before Charlie took my hand and pulled me out of my house.
She made me sit on the sofa again and ran inside her room. I sat looking around the house, seeing it absolutely perfect. My hand rubbing over the couch material remembering last night, “There you go,” Charlie ran out of her room, pulling a huge yellow blanket behind her. It required a lot of strength, and this little girl pulled it across the hall and put in on my lap. Huffing a little bit, she took the edges and wrapped it around my body, “This is the happy blanket. It will make you happy and forget the bad people,” She said, and cuddled into my body, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back, just holding her as tears fell down my eyes.
The main door opened, and Harry stopped looking at the scene in front of him. Still, in the towel, he rushed to his room. Charlie didn’t move an inch and kept her hold tight on my body. Harry walked out of his room, smiling looking at his daughter and then, walked to the kitchen. Coming out with three plates of pasta, he sat next to us on the couch. Charlie let go of me and sat straight, none of us saying anything. We didn’t say anything as he handed us the plates and we ate in silence with Charlie’s eyes just looking at her dad and me one after the other.
I finished my plate and kept it on the table. Looking down at my hands, concentrating on my lines, controlling my tears until it didn’t work, “Charlie, honey, will you tuck yourself in tonight?” he asked. She nodded and then, kissed my cheek and then, her fathers and ran into the room. Harry licked his lips, and then, came and sat close to me. “What happened? You can tell me, anything?”
I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears and my body for shaking. He sighed and then, hugged me. “Let’s sleep, okay?” He said and picked up the blanket. Taking my hands, he took me to his room, as I looked around, entering for the first time. “You sleep here? I’ll sleep outside.”
“It’s pretty big, this bed. Stay…” I said, and he smiled. I kept my head on the pillow as he wrapped the blankets around me, and I slept in no time.
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My eyes opened, and the first thing I saw were the rays entering scattered in the room. The second was hearing the heartbeat in my ears. I picked up my head to notice my body being wrapped around Harry’s and his around mine. His eyes opened as slowly, and he smiled. His smiled did something to me. I kept my head on my pillow, as he looked at me. His hands putting my flick behind my ear, “slept well?” I nodded. “Will you tell me what happened?
“My family is the most inconsiderate bunch of people, just that…” I told him how my sister had invited my ex, and I had to go now. I would hear about it for the rest of my life. And, I had to keep my respect. He couldn’t show up with some other girl, what will people say? My family would say they are embarrassed though, they called him. I saw no way out of this.
“I could go with you?” he said.
“What?” I frowned.
“I could come, as your partner? I don’t mind. We can get a sitter for the night for Charlie,” he said.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said, getting up.
“I want to,” he replied, cutting me. “Why do you push me away?” he asked.
“I push everyone away, it’s easier.”
He wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me back, my head hitting the pillow. “You’re daughter…”
“Is sleeping,” he replied, and kept his hands around me, climbing up. My breathing increased, as I felt his weight on my body. He looked into my eyes, and then, brought his lips closer to mine. Eyes flicking back to see my reaction, before they pressed against mine. I liked this, I liked this feeling. Here in this bed, I felt like I belonged. His lips trailed down my chin to my neck, finding a place to suck there as I remembered the night before.
“Harry,” I said, in protest. He picked up his head, looking at me with confused eyes.
“Don’t push me away,” he said, removing my hair from my face, “I won’t hurt you, you’re the first person I have kissed after…after Charlie’s mum. I really really like you, please don’t push me away.”
“You left me on the couch,” I said.
“What?” he frowned. “Couch?”
“If the man doesn’t put you on the bed after well…he doesn’t want you…” I said, repeating the words of what I have been told.
“What?” He sat up, “the bed? Where did you learn this from?”
“It’s the rule, I thought you didn’t…”
“What if the man sleeps with you on the couch?” He asked. I didn’t have any response to that. “Look, I woke up in the morning to my phone ringing and Charlie crying on the phone. It was nothing big, but I rushed out to get her so, I couldn’t take you to the bed because I had no time!”
“You cleared the bottles…” I said.
“Bottles…I did that while I was on call,” I didn’t have anything else to add. “Is that why you left?” he asked. I nodded. “Baby…” he sighed, “Next time, you have any more of your rules which I haven’t completed, please tell me?” he giggled, bending down to kiss my cheek, “Ouch,” I hit his arm.
“I’ve not done this since five years!”
“I have not done this for longer and look at me,” he raised his eyebrows.
“Have you not? Really?”
“Yeah, was very protective of Charlie. Didn’t want the wrong woman around her,” He shrugged, his hands on my waist, his thumb touching my skin, making me feel bubbles in my chest.
“So I have your approval?” I asked, blinking innocently.
“More like I have Charlie’s approval! She really adores you, I think she sees herself in you,” he said, with this warm look in his eyes.
“What is she on the outside of?” I asked, frowning.
“I meant, that she saw a strong, self-made, caring, successful girl in you,” He said, “who is not on the outside now.”
I smiled with tears in my eyes. “Daddy,” we heard the little voice and the steps on the door, as Harry jumped off me. Charlie entered, pushing the door wide open, rubbing her eyes. She left her teddy on the door, as she saw me on the bed. Her face lit up with a big smile, as she saw her blanket wrapped around me. She ran to the bed and climbed on me. “Did the happy blanket make you happy?” She asked, and I nodded. She looked at her father with a proud look on her face and jumped on him. He caught her, pulling her to his chest and kissing her face as she giggled. I sat up on my elbow, looking at them play and talk about her sleep. Keeping my head on the pillow, I heard her tell about her dream. She looked at me, and pulled the blanket, cuddling into my body as I held her little frame in my arms. And turning towards her father continuing the story. Harry’s eyes widened, but he smiled hearing her out.
“Okay, it’s still early. We can sleep for another two hours…” Harry said as he got under the sheets as well, pressing a button to shut the blinders.
Charlie turned and kept her hand on my cheek, “Now, you will always be happy,” saying that she hugged me, and slept while I wondered how I ever came across these angels in my life.
— I hope you liked this! Please tell me what you think about it and if there is anything else that you’d like to read!
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#50 Only Angel (Harry Styles)
This is well, different.
Word Count: 4,000 words
Summary: Faye breaks into the hotel floor to get the angel back to where he was needed. —
There are many acts of desperation all around the world. You saw a couple hundred every day if you had the eye to look for it. Desperation, it is the worst feeling of helplessness that one can come across, where one can do anything if just given a way, just one way. Getting to him was that for her. There was nothing positive in the air, nothing at all. Her research paper was due. This one was supposed to be sent a week ago, but the professor understood her troubles and gave her the extension. Not that many could understand her troubles, sympathise maybe, but what lay in front of her was a life of living alone with no one. So, when she saw his video on the news, and that he was in the same city, she ran to him.
The fans were good at this. They knew exactly where to find him, where he will be for the night. There weren’t many places to hide in this big city, especially if you were famous. You always went for the best. She had the money, she could fit in. But she knew money meant nothing. All the money wasn’t leading to anything, it was all failing. Walking into the biggest hotel establishment in the city, she didn’t know where to go to first. She didn’t want a room, she didn’t want food. To be honest, she looked a bit distraught at the moment. So she did the next big thing, she sat down in the visitors area and waited. Waited for him to come down or, to just see if anything could lead her to him before the staff threw her out.
It had been two hours already, and the staff at the reception were looking at her in a weird manner. She wasn’t used to this look. Usually, they were all around, and they would be if they knew her name. Her last name was enough to make the hotel feel like their pockets will be full soon with her presence. But, she didn’t want to use her name. It wouldn’t lead her to him, and even though she had the fund, she didn’t want to put it into luxury. Two years ago, this wouldn’t have been the case. She would have been commanding the place like she owned it. She could own it, but things have changed, and so has she.
Thirty minutes later, she saw his designer walk in, with his hair stylist. She took a deep breath and called for a table for two at their restaurant. The server recognised her, as she used to be a regular customer. She nodded and then, told him that she would be right back as she followed the two into the lift. Keeping herself hidden behind another man, she heard their conversation. He was leaving for a party in thirty minutes. She got off on the 19th floor where the lounge was, and saw the other two get down on the 20th where the private suites were. She needed a card to get in. She waited for an opportunity and then took the elevator and pretended to have lost her key card. The server knew her name, and got her off on the 21st where she thanked him as he opened an empty room for her. She let out a deep breath, thanking her luck because she didn’t look the part at the moment. Silently shutting the door, she waited on one of the sofa chairs in the lobby, waiting for the thirty minutes to get over so, she could meet him.
“Where are you?” Her phone rang, and the little voice spoke.
“I’ll be there soon, sleep for a while. I’m going to cut the call okay?” She whispered. Taking a photograph out from her pocket, she traced the face with her fingers, trying not to cry. It felt so easy these days.
“I don’t think it’ll be that bad. It is usually never that bad, you guys just exaggerate it and then, my mind forgets,” she heard his voice down the corridor. He walked up with his designer, his stylist and his manager and someone else, from what she remembered seeing online.
“Mr Styles?” Her voice called out before she processed it.
His eyes looked her up and down, “yes?” he said with a frown.
“Could I please have a minute?” She asked.
“Umm, we are kind of in a hurry,” his manager spoke first.
“Yes, I know. You have a very busy schedule, I know. I won’t take more than a minute,” She pleaded, her eyes watched the manager press the lift button a couple of times.
“You know, you really shouldn’t even be here. C’mon Harry. Please leave before I call security,” His hair stylist spoke up. She wasn’t even talked to like this before, but she was desperate.
“Please Mr. Styles!” She begged. “You once said that you are where you are, because there are people praying for you every day. Well, I have a little girl, and she calls you her angel because you make her smile in the worst of moments and I don’t know how. But, she prays for you every day when she prays to God. Before she does for herself, and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t critical.” She cried, “Look this is her, her name is Anya, she has Ewing sarcoma, it’s a bone cancer. She is very critical and she calls you her angel.” He turned around to look at her, and raised his hand to shut up his manager who was going to speak again to push him into the lift. She saw this as hope, “she has never talked about dying Mr Styles, never, she has been positive in whatever her little soul has gone through, and she doesn’t complain a lot or ask for anything, but she did…last week. She asked for you.”
“Me?” He questioned. This woman in front of him had her hair long like a mane spread out in a mess around her face, if she didn’t look that distraught, he would have thought that was her style, cause they looked beautiful. She was a little shorter than him and shivering at the moment. What made him stop was her voice, there was something about it which made him stick to his place.
“I know, I know you’ve a very tight schedule, but if you could just take out five, just five minutes to come meet her. She really believes in you and,” she wiped her tears. “I’m sorry for stopping you like this, I’m just, I’m begging you,” She folded her hands, and bowed her head. “Please, just five…” Her phone began to ring, and she shakily took it out her pocket. “Hello, yes, I’m just – what? No, I’m just there. No, I’m coming, take her in. I’m coming!” She cut the call, “Could I use that lift with you?” She didn’t wait for a response and got in, while everybody just stared at her. “Please come in,” They nodded and climbed in. Dialling another number, “Charlie, the car, front door, we have to rush.”
Her breathing was increasing by the second, as she looked bewildered at the numbers going down. “So, where is she?” He asked her.
“Huh?” She looked at him in question, absolutely lost. “Oh yes, Rose Artemis Hospital, it’s fifteen minutes away from here. Her name is Anya Kingsley. I’m Faye Kingsley,” She kept her hand on her chest.
“Faye Kingsley,” his stylist repeated.
“Yes, I’m begging you, Mr Styles,” She held his hand. They were ice cold. “Just five minutes, and maybe she can be happy again. Thank you for giving me your time.” And saying that, she ran to the front door, where she had her car and her driver waiting to take her to the hospital. He saw her run, he couldn’t take her eyes out of her mind. Big eyes with so much pain, and helplessness in them.
“Faye Kingsley! I knew that name was familiar! She is the well ‘said’ owner now, of Kingsley Industries!” His stylist – Lou spoke up, looking at her phone, showing a picture of the same girl, he had just seen almost break down in front of him, standing in the picture in a beautiful gown. “They own like the entire city! I could have never guessed it was her. She looked so well, plain at the moment. Anyway, ready for the party, Harry?” He didn’t think he felt like that anymore.
Faye’s Butler Arnold met her at the entrance of Anya’s room, “they gave her the injection so, she should be sleeping for a while,” he told her. “Where were you, my child? What were you doing?”
“Trying to give her everything I possible can if I can’t save her,” she answered. Arnold didn’t say anything. He knew better, he knew that once the little one was gone, if she was gone, Faye would be all alone. He knew how much Anya meant to her, and he didn’t want to say anything which took the hope away even if he could see it fading.
“Visitor’s hours have ended Madam, I will head back home, now,” He told her and she nodded, slowly giving the old man a hug. He had been since her father was just a teenager, and had looked after her always. Nights for Faye were spent reading, writing since, sleeping for her had just become a thing of necessity. She found it hard to sleep thinking any moment, her little one would need her, and she did not want her to ask twice. She finished her research paper, and then watched Anya sleep. A few minutes later, she had her head down on the bed as well.
“Good morning,” the nurse wished little Anya.
“Shh, she is sleeping,” she whispered, and the nurse nodded. After checking the system, she told her that she’ll be back in an hour to take Anya to the washroom. Anya touched Faye’s head, always in love with her hair. She knew Faye was not taking it well, just like she had not taken it well when her first boyfriend broke up with her. But, she always kept a strong face on, not letting anyone in. She never cried in front of anyone. This quality of her had changed now.
Faye’s eyes opened to a little hand on her head, “you’re up? Why didn’t you wake me? Want to go to the washroom?” She asked. Anya nodded, and she pressed the button for the nurse. “I’m sorry, I overslept.”
“You don’t really sleep. Why do we have that bed here if you don’t sleep on it?” Anya giggled. Children were always so happy in the worst of situations. Faye knew the pain she was in, but Anya kept a brave face for her most of the time.
“I slept tonight, I was working.”
“Where were you yesterday? They gave me a big injection. I was scared a little, but Arnold held my hand,” she said holding her teddy next to her, as she sat up straight. The nurse walked in wishing them both, they always tried to maintain is happy and jolly for the kids, wearing bright colours and filling places with toys and other things to hide death in some way. Faye appreciated it. Last two years, she had seen hospitals visits more than anyone she knew.
“I won’t leave you again, I promise. This one was important.” She kissed her hand, as the nurse took Anya to the washroom. Faye wondered if he would come. She didn’t have a lot of hope. He heard her through, but the people around him weren’t very welcoming. It was obvious though, if he paid attention to every fan, he would have no time.
“Faye?” The doctor came in, “Could I talk to you?”
Harry didn’t end up going to the party. He had made his mind. He wanted to go see Anya Kingsley. He wanted to go see the girl who called him her angel. He wanted to ask her what she saw in him. He could see nothing. His self esteem had been falling down lately. He knew that. How? He had ten people around him to tell him that. He was trying to take it in a swing. A phase or whatever they called it. But, he was spiralling down. He couldn’t place what exactly it was that he wanted. He felt alone in a crowd of people. Tried to keep himself clean of all the alcohol, but somehow went to every party to find something, someone. His album was doing amazing. His movie was all over, it was just his head and the loneliness he felt that he couldn’t deal with. He felt like a drama queen. He knew if he told anyone, he’d be called one as well. How could someone stop feelings again?
He was doing perfectly fine that evening. He was ready to enjoy himself. He was acing the perfect smile and look to show everything was fine, thanks to the interviews and this evening, he was all set to get laid. He needed the outlet. Sex often helped him enough. He had a Victoria Secret model as well, hitting on him since he was declared open by his last fling. He was in the game. He realised how fragile this facade was once it shattered with the girl he met in the corridor.
“Why don’t you guys go to the party? I’m going back to my room,” he didn’t wait for a response. Climbed into the lift instantly, not caring if it was rude and forgot all about his date at the party he was supposed to be at.
I waited for you all night. I expected much more from you Harry. – Camille
He didn’t respond. Which was not like him, he was never this rude. He just didn’t feel like this morning. He was up at 6, down at the gym at 6:30, and ready by 8 where he was down to breakfast searching the way to the hospital he was told about.
“I guess, you’re going to go meet the kid?” Jeff asked him, sitting down with a cup of coffee looking absolutely awful with a clear hangover.
“Yes, can we clear my schedule for today?” he asked.
“Yeah, we can. I’ll ask the driver to leave you, and Matt will go with you. We need someone from security to be with you, please don’t argue. He will not be on top of you, like last time, I promise,” Jeff knew how to get through Harry. Maybe that’s the reason it worked out for them. “By the way, your girl was quite upset to not see you there last night.”
“She is not my girl. I thought she can be my girl but is not my girl. Can you send her a bouquet with an apology note? I don’t want to deal with it right now.”
“That is what I’m here for,” Jeff smiled. He knew something was up with his friend, and if he wanted time out to clear his head, he was all for it.
The Google Map told him the amount of time left to reach the hospital as well, even though he had taken the detour and picked up a bouquet and a little thing he thought kids liked. He didn’t want to go empty handed. They got off in front of the hospitals and Harry stopped for a bit. Last time he was at a hospital, he had lost someone. Matt went in first, “My Client and I are here to see Miss Anya Kingsley?” he asked at the reception.
“Miss Kingsley is on the private floor above. I will have to call them before I give the clearance card, please wait for a moment.
Faye was trying to hold herself together. Anya’s weekly report was here, and it was not good. “But I thought we were improving, she was responding to the treatment?”
“That is what we thought, but it improved a bit, went to a standstill and – Faith and hope go a long way in this Faye,” the doctor stressed.
“I don’t have any faith! Where is it taking us?” she screamed, “Sorry sorry,” realising the doctor couldn’t help here, “I just, we have done everything you have asked us to do. We are following everything. This is a little girl is eight, she is going through the strongest treatments, how can that not lead to anything?”
“We are all trying Faye, I will come back in an hour to check her. Please give her food, and smile…for her,” The doctor nodded walking away, and all Faye could do was give herself a pep talk of how everything will be alright, and walk back inside. Anya was on her bed now, looking at the animals carved fruits they sent for her.
Faye picked up the phone, “Ma’am, there are visitors here to see you. Can I send them up?” She asked.
“Visitors? I’m coming downstairs,” she kissed Anya and went down to see who had come to visit her. They literally had no body, not counting the socialites and people they knew through money, who wouldn’t care. “People here to see me?” she asked at the reception, and the lady pointed her to the person standing behind her.
She was wearing the same clothes she wore last night. She looked tired, and like she had just cried. He hair was in a bun, which now showed her face clearly than before, and Harry could say she was pretty either wise. To say Faye was shocked to see him here was an understatement. She had lost all hope, and he was standing there which made her feel so much better. “Thank you so much,” She cried with happiness. “Please come,” She led them to the elevator.
“Thank you for coming. Really this means a lot. So much! Oh, thank you!” She repeated in the elevator.
“I’ll be right outside, Boss,” Harry’s security stayed outside the door of their room.
“Is she inside?” Harry asked, and Faye nodded wiping her tears.
“Let me just see if…”
“Yeah, just call me, and I’ll come in,” he smiled.
Faye walked in to see Anya sipping her juice as the nurse put another round of medicine in her tube. Arnold sat reading the morning newspaper, making faces at Anya so she could laugh. She was in pain this morning, Faye could see that, but she hoped this surprise made her feel better. “You need to close your eyes Anya, I have a huge surprise for you!”
“Oh gosh! Okay!” She closed her eyes.
“Please come in!” Faye called out.
Harry walked into the room to see a little girl sitting on the bed, with machines surrounding her. He could cry just thinking about the pain she was in, “I heard you wanted to see me,” he laughed. The look on the child’s face was more than anything he had every received ever in his life. He was sure of it. Her face went from Ecstatic, to looking at Faye, and then almost crying as she almost threw herself hugging Harry as tightly as she could. “I can’t believe you’re here!” She cried.
Faye could give everything away to see that look on Anya’s face forever. Arnold came back and stood beside Faye for support as he looked at her with pride. He figured where she was yesterday, and wondered what she had to face to get him here.
“Did my sister get you here?” Anya asked. So, Faye was her sister. He nodded, and Anya opened her arms to welcome Faye into them. “You’re the best person in the world!”
“I’m glad you’re happy,” She kissed her and whispered a thank you to Harry. She didn’t need to, her eyes said it all.
Harry spent the next hour talking to Anya. She hadn’t talked as much as she did for quite a while, and Faye felt so relieved. The doctor checked on her, trying his best to make her laugh, but nothing could overpower the look she gave to Harry. He felt like the luckiest person in the world. Faye left to get ready and Anya talked about how special he was to her, her little hands holding his, as she told him about how made her laugh. Her sister used to play his songs to her since she could remember, and she knew all of them. She told him how he calmed her down, and how he was so special and she was like him because she had two dimples just like him. Harry fell in love. He fell in love with this little one, as she held his hand as he sang her to sleep. Faye sat in a corner, just looking at them not saying a lot.
“Thank you for doing this for us. It has given us the energy to fight the battle ahead,” Faye thanked him again, as Harry stood up, still looking at Anya sleep.
“You have no idea what you’ve given me. I never thought…would you like to eat some food?” He asked her suddenly.
“Yes, oh yeah I have ordered lunch for us, it’s right in the lobby outside for us,” she said, as they walked outside. Arnold took the seat next to Anya, calming Faye’s anxiety about leaving her alone.
“This is nice, you got this complete area for yourself?” He asked.
“We’ve been fortunate enough to take care of ourselves in times of need,” Faye replied. “I hope you like Italian,” she asked.
They talked about Anya’s condition, and how severe it was. Faye felt a bit hopeful now, something about Harry was calming her, and she was quick to appreciate that feeling. “I’d be lying if I didn’t confess the same. I have been just misplaced for quite some time. It feels a bit settled now, I don’t really know how?”
They laughed a bit, and she apologised about breaking into his floor. He stayed with Anya the entire day until it was time to leave. “You will go now?” she asked. He had met many kids before, but this little one had captured his heart.
“I don’t want to, to be very honest, would you like me back here?” He asked.
She nodded her head, with as much energy as she could and gave him the biggest smile. He kissed her forehead and promised he’d see her tomorrow. Faye walked him down to where his car stood to wait for him. “Did she tell you why she calls you her angel?” She asked him.
“No, she called me that a couple of times though,” he said. “Tell me?”
“When she was about four, I told her that you’re one of the luckiest people in the world. And you could see well, ‘god’ whoever it is, sit right beside you. I meant that in a way…that you were gifted, but she took you to be an angel in disguise and used to pray to you, and then for you, she never stopped.”
“That is quite surreal. I’m only human.” He said.
“I know, but sometimes humans do miracles as well. What you did today, it’s been an year since I have seen her so happy, and that is something I could have never done. I know, what you told her about coming tomorrow. But what you did today was-“
“I’ll be there tomorrow. Probably in the evening, I have a meeting for an apartment tomorrow so, once that gets done, I’ll be here. I hope you wouldn’t mind?” He asked.
“Never. Thank you,” She smiled.
He got into his car, “you guys might just be the angels in my life,” he said, finally feeling a sense of purpose and a renewed energy in himself.
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#51 Milkshake and Concert Tickets (Harry Styles)
Summary: The one where Y/N makes killer milkshakes, and Harry is a little sad.
Snippet: “You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?
“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.
“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.
“It’s extra calories.”
“You’ll burn em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.
“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.
“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.
“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.
“What is that book about?” I asked.
“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.
“Of how great it was?” I laughed.
“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.
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“Harry, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened to me. It just..happened. And, I’m so so ashamed of myself.” This is how I was still awake at 4 AM. I’m confused if it was an involuntary decision of accepting to meet her in a coffee shop after midnight or there was something left between us.
“Please say something, Harry!” I tried to get myself incognito. I figured the black hoodie and the track pants hid me and my emotion burning inside pretty well in the mirror. “I know you’re mad at me. I know you hate me right now. But,” I wanted to hit her. I wanted to take her to the top floor and push her from there. She did the same to my heart. “It wasn’t technically even cheating, Harry,”
“How many types of cheating are there? You had your tongue pretty much down his throat, his hands on your bare ass, both naked. That pretty much is cheating.” I tried controlling my tears. Crying wasn’t good, crying made you look weak. It didn’t matter if you thought that maybe crying was relieving, refreshing, the world saw it as weak. She saw it as weak.
“We weren’t even together, Harry!” Fuck. Of course. Because I didn’t ask if she’d be mine officially. All the dates, messages, late nights, kisses, fuck.
“Why are we having this discussion then?” I asked. Before she could say anything else, “Just go.” She is leaving. Last chance. Should I? Would I want to stop her? …No.
This is the fourth one, Harry. The last one had a problem with the term girlfriend, the one before that with fame, the one before that found me too available. Shit, shouldn’t bang my head on the table. It hurts now.
“You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?
“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.
“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.
“It’s extra calories.”
“You’ll burn ‘em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.
“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.
“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.
“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.
“What is that book about?” I asked.
“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.
“Of how great it was?” I laughed.
“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.
With half my drink down, “Can I ask you something?” She looked around wondering if there was anyone else she was talking to.
“Sure,” She closed her book.
“Why are you working so late at night? It’s not exactly very safe.”
“Before you get any ideas, I will warn you that I’m a black belt, and I can slap real hard.” She said with a straight face and then giggled. I took a deep breath, smiling a bit. Could she see, under my hoodie? “Well, I was free this month because my UNI gives time off for writing my dissertation. So, I took the night shift and changed my sleeping schedule.”
“A lot of trouble for a night shift?” I questioned.
“It pays more, and I needed the money,” She smiled.
“Paying for the UNI?” I asked. I was seriously blessed.
“Umm no,” She shook her head. “Parents got that covered. It’s for my own interests.”
I smiled, taking my hoodie off, watching if her smile changed. It didn’t, “Tell me more,” She laughed.
“Well, you see there is a concert this month, and this girl at school, she can’t go, and she is selling her ticket. I want to buy it. But, I just feel too guilty asking my parents to pay £150 for a concert ticket so, I plan to use my daily pocket money and then, cover up my daily expenses from this job. I will actually come out with more money in the end so, it isn’t a bad deal.” She said, the last thinking more to herself.
“The concert is that important?”
“It’s my dream! I’ve waited seven years to see him perform live. In person live, cause Media just doesn’t do it. It’ll be my first big star concert as well. Plus, he is a brilliant performer so, this late night is worth it.” She looked at me with big eyes of excitement, “Do you want me to make you another one?”
I looked at the glass. A double extra lesson at the gym it is, “Yes, please. It is magic.”
“I told you.” She got working.
“So, when are you writing your dissertation?” I asked.
“I’m trying to in the afternoon and the evening. Unfortunately, London made me a morning person, but it’s all about habit. I have all my material set now, so I just have to get typing.” She kept talking while making the milkshake. It was 5 AM.
“Hello, could I get to Cappuccino’s to go, please.” A lady came in, and I put my hoodie back on.
“Of course, late night flight?” She asked.
“A little too late. My husband’s fanatic as well. Three hours before the flight is mania!” The woman laughed.
“Oh no,” The girl shook her head so, easily conversing with strangers. “I have an uncle who took us five hours before, and the flight got delayed. Your husband is an angel!”
“Five hours! What did you do?” She asked.
“Oh, we ate and talked. Do look for the sleeping benches. They’re located closer to the boarding area. We discovered ‘em too late. There you go, two Cappuccinos!” The lady gave her the money, and some extra tip in the jar.
“I will look for the sleeping chairs first!” the woman laughed.
“Have a safe flight!” The girl waved, so cheerful at 5 AM. “Your milkshake is almost ready! What were we talking about?”
“It’s your first concert?” I asked, shocked a bit.
“Oh yeah! You see, not technically cause, I have gone for the local bands before, but this one is the huge one. I always found the ticket money too obscene. Back home and, here as well. I just can’t give this one up.”
“It’s a dream,” I remembered as she placed the second glass in front of me.
“It is!” She went back to washing everything and keeping it in place while I devoured my shake. “It is like one of those things that you know is too expensive, but you just can’t let it go. Not that I couldn’t afford it,” She was talking a bit to herself too, “but, my parents are paying an obscene amount for College, and it is my post graduation, and then living in London isn’t cheap. And, it’s my obsession. I can’t waste their money on it. If it was my money, it was money well spent, but it isn’t. I’m hoping it’s worth it, at least. He is said to be an angel on stage.”
“Who is this person you’re talking about? Ed Sheeran, umm who else is performing -”
“What time is it?” she looked at the clock. “5:30, well my shift gets over at 6 so, if you want another shake, tell me now!”
“What do you put in this shake? It’s so calming.” I leaned my head back. My heartache seemed to just escape in this ecstasy.
“It works for me, as well! It’s the chocolate, I feel!” She laughed.
“Oh wait, let me pay up since, you’re finalising accounts,“I said, taking out my wallet and giving her a card. She didn’t say anything after she saw my name even. I hardly had such interactions these days.
“There you go,” She gave the card back.
“You know working at night isn’t so bad either. You get to know so many stories. Just yesterday, I had this old woman who came in with a picture of her husband. She ordered for two butterscotch ice creams and kept one for herself, and one in front of the picture. She told me that this was the only memory she had of him that she could remember. Late night butterscotch ice cream to make the memory a little clearer. Like wiping a foggy glass with every bite. I write stories, it’s what I want to do in future as well. You find something new every night.” She smiled, with a dreamy look on her face.
“I really hope that concert is the best night of your life,” I said. Finding a sudden calm to my heart as well.
“I hope too. He never disappoints. I hope it is as magical as that milkshake,” She said with a look of positive belief.
“I’m not late! I know I’m not late!” The door banged open, and we both turned to see an older woman coming in.
“You’re not! You still have five minutes!” The girl laughed.
“Oh thank god! And please sleep when you get home! And, quit the job at the studio! Or quit this one! I’m worried about you! When do you sleep, when do you study! It’s LSE, you can’t give them shit. And when do you eat!” The woman kept talking to herself as she went inside.
“You work two jobs?” I looked at her with wide eyes.
“Just this month, it’s an expensive ticket!” She shrugged smiling.
“You study at LSE?” I asked.
“Yep.” The woman came back, “I’ve set everything to go, so there is not much to do. The truck will arrive in a while so, you’ll have to restock.” She picked up her jacket and her bag. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” She asked, again and I just shook my head. “Well, it was lovely meeting you!” She nodded and walked off.
“Hey!“I called out as she pulled the Cafe door. "You didn’t answer my question.” She frowned, tilting her head, “Who is the artist?”
“Oh, I just served two magical milkshakes to him. Lovely meeting you, Mr Styles!” She smiled and closed the door, behind her. I took a seat, just shocked.
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“Y/N” Maria called me as I entered the shop for my night shift. I hope I didn’t screw anything up since my last work boss was cross with me today. “That guy you like, Harry Styles. He dropped this letter for you. Asked your name and everything. Two girls sitting here went absolutely crazy and then, I realised.
Shocked and a little ecstatic, I took the envelope from her hand. It was in his official paper and his handwriting!
Dear Y/N,
Attached behind are two concert tickets, front row to my show here in London. I hope you have more magical nights in this city, just like that milkshake. I’ll take care of this one.
Thank you for ‘em, Harry
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21 Months Old and A Goodbye!
This blog is One Year and 9 Months old today.
Hello Guys!
I had planned to keep this blog for a year at most really. Write the stories that come to me and meet you guys! I never thought we’d come this far though!
You guys are wonderful and have been absolutely amazing. Reading my little stories and encouraging me to write more. There are so many of you and I love you all for supporting and reading my work. From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!
I’d also like to thank Harry for being my Muse. For teaching me to be a better person and inspiring me. His little qualities of respect, confidence and kindness will go a long way with me and I will love him forever. It is my time to go.
This blog has been my home for so long and I have grown with it. It is finally time for me to take off and find my place in the world. I have loved every bit of this journey and One Direction will be my true love always!
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#43 The Gang Leader Part 2 (Harry Styles)
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Summary: Harry is the son of the ruling party and Y/N is an exchange student.
PART 1
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“Alright, I’m bored!” I huffed again and sat up.
“We have fucked three times today. How are you bored?” The little shit smirked, without even looking at me. I had to agree that he looked too irresistible with his specs on, reading his course book, using his highlighter, just in a snapback. “Stop eyeing me like that,” He laughed.
“You’ve kept me on a lock down! I get to stare all I want!” I kissed down his cheek. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead.
“So, it’s been four days already. How long will the place still be off?” I asked.
Harry sighed, and shut his book, “until he apologizes.”
“I don’t see how it works. The whole town is on a shutdown because you fought!”
“I fought!” He raised his voice.
“He fought! Does it even matter anymore! What did he raise anyway! What did you fight about? Tell me!” I sat on my knees. He had been ignoring this for four days now. I didn’t mention talking to Charlie again because he got quite angry the first round. Getting off the best I followed him out of the room. “Why won’t you tell me?”
“Why does it even matter? Do I not make you happy here?” He asked.
“Only you can make about yourself!” I switched the telly on.
-the feud is still on between the two parties. For safety, the main town agencies will remain closed until Monday. Here is what the Des Styles has to say about the feud.
“We Styles men are very sensitive about our women. I agree with what my son did, and we will not forgive until we have an apology made. -”
“Women? What women? Did he say something about your mom?” I asked Harry.
He shook his head and opened the knife drawer. I was dating a mafia. He was a mafia in this place. He aimed the knives to the board in front and started his assault. “Then?”
He didn’t answer.
I flattened on the sofa, lying on my back and huffed.“I came here to study you know! If I knew this is how things work here, I would have never agreed to stay. I want quality education, and it doesn’t work with two gangs fighting their heads off and declaring a week off to threaten each other endangering everyone’s safety!” Still no response, “Maybe, I should transfer back. I still have a year left, and it makes sense…”I thought to myself. It could be a good option. I’ll be away from Harry though.
“Is that it, then?” He was suddenly on top of me, a knife still in hand. You’re threatening me that you’ll leave?”
“Harry, the knife.”
He played with the knife in his hands, and I gulped. Slowly bending down, he touched my forehead with the tip of his knife, sharp going down to my cheek, and then stopping at my neck. “He was talking about you, baby.” He said, his hand on my neck, making me tilt my head back, the knife still at the edge, and he pressed. “He was talking about you, your body, and how you could be his,” I felt his lips on the side of my neck, and felt him bite, marking me with his teeth. The knife went down and tore my tube top. He threw his knife behind him, as it hit the aim on the board, then removed the shreds, off my body. “I don’t like anyone talking about you.” He whispered, his voice husky and going deeper with every word.
“Harry…” I moaned, feeling one hand press my neck and the other massage my breasts. A couple more wet kisses down my throat, and he stopped.
“I know, you can’t take another round of me so, don’t push me,” and he got off. He took off his snap back and gave it to me and walked off into the room. I wore it, and it was too big that it exposed both my boobs.
“This is too big.”
—
Classes had resumed again, and my schedule just kept getting busy that now I wished for a break. Harry had constant security around my apartment and area. He was the son of the controller of the entire state. He was practically god’s son, and I knew the other one who wanted that power get angrier day by day.
“Look who it is,” I knew it was Charlie. He was everywhere these days. Harry kept a watch on him, but till now said nothing. Apparently, he had sent a written apology forced by his father who had his business to take care of. I was kinda disgusted knowing he sexualised me. I thought, he was a decent guy, but he was turning out to be a creep.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“For you to leave the town,” He said, flatly.
“Excuse me?” I confronted him.
“You wanted me to be direct. Here it is. I know where your grandma lives, and she won’t like my hello. And this is not because I care for you, honey. This is a full fledged warning. Go back to her, or I’ll give you her death to be a reason for you. And then, you’ll have to go back. No guarantor, no loan, no money and let’s face it. You’re just another doll for Harry who fulfils his needs. He won’t care about you anyway,” He smirked.
“If you know that my leaving won’t affect him, then why lash out at me?” I asked.
“Because that is what we do, honey. Annoy each other. You’re an annoyance and my next card. Your transfer papers are ready by the way. Start packing. Also, don’t tell him or I’ll kill you first,” He walked off before I could reply.
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I couldn’t stop my tears from flowing. I had ignored all calls from Harry, and it was going to be a full day now. I couldn’t risk it. My grandma was the only one left, and I couldn’t risk her life. Knowing that Charlie would kill her. That is what these people do, they don’t care about ruined families. I had to leave.
Charlie’s guys delivered the papers to my room, “it’s nice to see you packing,” His guy touched my face, and let his hands roam around my butts, pinching them hard, that I knew it would bruise. I couldn’t stop crying after that.
A big thud on my door made me drop my books. Another thud and I rushed to the door. “What the fuck!” Harry pushed the door open.
“What are you doing here? It’s after midnight!” I yelled. He couldn’t be here.
“Why haven’t you picked up my phone calls?” He wrapped his arms around me pulling me to his body and hugging me tightly. “I was so worried, baby” He kissed my cheeks, and I hugged him back. “Wait, what are you doing? You’re packing? Why?” He asked pulling away.
I couldn’t tell him. He’ll hurt my grandma. I didn’t say anything.
“Answer me goddamnit!” He yelled. “Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me? Honey?” he held my face, as his tears trickled down his cheeks. “Don’t you love me, baby?”
“Don’t cry please,” I said, kissing him. “I have to go though.”
“Tell me now,” Harry said, using the command he used when he wanted confessions. “Now love.” he held my face, and I blurted everything. “Please don’t go to him, Harry. He will kill her. I don’t have anyone else. I will be alone. Please,” I cried.
“He will not hurt you or your grandmom,” Harry said kissing my lips. He took his phone out and walked out of my room. My crying didn’t stop until I slept that night.
—
“Hey honey, wake up,” Harry kissed my cheek. I sat u straight looking at him. He had a pair of clothes out for me. “We’ve to leave, have a bath later, change and brush quickly.”
I nodded and got off. Brushing quickly, I came out and changed stepping out of my shorts, “where did you get this bruise from?” Harry held my hips, examining the bruise. I didn’t lie. He nodded and asked me to hurry up.
We kept driving until we reached an abandoned factory, just outside the city. I didn’t question Harry, but his hands holding mine, and quick kisses placed on them, calmed me down.
“Get out,” he said. And I did. He parked the car and took out a gun. “Here, pull this, aim and shoot, if required. Don’t be scared,” He kissed me, and tucked the gun inside my jacket. Taking my hand, we walked into the factory. I stopped and gulped when we reached inside. Charlie and his men were tied to the ceiling. They were covered in their blood, as their hands were straight up tied to the ceiling above.
“Which one touched you?” Harry asked me. I looked at him, gulping. “Don’t be scared, baby.” I looked at their faces and pointed to the guy. One nod and he was cut from the ceiling, as he fell down to the floor.
“He is my right hand, Harry. We don’t kill family, remember the deal?” Charlie covered in bruises, still smirked.
“We don’t threaten family either, remember Charlie. But you broke that one. I get a point,” Another nod, and the guy was thrown off the floor and then shot. This was the first time, I had seen someone die, I clutched on to Harry.
“She is not your family, Harry,” Charlie spat.
“That is where you’re wrong. She is, and so is her family. She is mine, and I don’t like being threatened.”
I saw Charlie gulp. His eyes finally indicated that he was scared. He had also, broken a pact so, his father couldn’t do anything. “The only reason you will walk out of here is that your father begged, Charlie. I hope you’re proud,” Harry laughed. Another nod and all their hands were cut, and they fell to the ground. Harry took my hand and made me stand in front of him. I stopped breathing. “Apologize Charlie.”
He didn’t even blink, “I’m sorry Charlie.”
“Your grandma’s safe. Charlie knows we’ll wipe his family out if he even touches anything related to you,” Harry kissed my forehead and took me out of the factory, his men following behind.
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“So, I don’t have to go?” I asked, kissing his shoulders, as we lay naked on his bed.
“No, you’re pretty much stuck with me. And, you’ve to know, we Styles’ men are very protective of our family, and we never let go,” His eyes stared into mine, as our lips connected again.
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#54 Know Us Better - Our History till Today (Harry Styles)
Hello! Thank you so much for waiting for me and liking all my little concepts!
Here is the first part of the first one!
CONCEPT: Y/N had a life of her own before Harry and there was no reason why she wouldn’t have one when she was with him as well. But, what people loved about these two were how they were able to create space for themselves and have their own personality after 5 years of being together but, also how they worshipped each other to the core.
Harry followed her around like a puppy, kissing on her, doting on her and she did the absolute same and she loved on him in front of and when they were away not knowing they were being watched.
It felt unreal, but these two did it so well, that people hated them for it - and they were still clueless about it.
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“I think, I want to get this today, so I can process these forms tomorrow before I leave. Also, could you look into the scene list for me? See if I’m missing something?” Y/N told her co-worker.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. The project doesn’t start for like two months. Enjoy your time off!” Y/N had been working so hard for the last four months. She worked as an Assistant Director and her last film had finally wrapped up, and they were free for the next two months before the next project started. Not that she really was on an off. She also owned an online business with her best friend. She was the business brains, and her friend handled the designing and the manufacturing. They promoted native culture from three different countries and put it forward in the world. They were still small, but for a company that started about a year and a half ago, they were doing exceedingly well, and they both thanked their stars every day.
Y/N like it though, she liked owning a business and following her passion, and even though her life sometimes got a little too crazy, she managed it well. She gave her boyfriend that benefit though. He kept her sane, and she’d like to say she did the same for him. He usually based himself around her whenever he was off stage, and whenever she was off, she followed him around with her laptop.
Y/N’s aim was to start her own film, but she was still finding her perfect story, after a fallout with the writer of her last one. It was a difficult thing to overcome, but the girl was constantly all over her boyfriend, and when he had to push her off him, Y/N had had enough with that trick, and finally listened to her boyfriend’s advice on how her friend was not the right person to work with. She was fine for the moment though, she loved working as an assistant director, and learnt the most she could from working with the greats. It took all her strength to be where she was, and she was still young. Very young, only 22 and it had been just a year before that she had completed her masters in direction.
It had been longer with her boyfriend though. They met when she was still doing her under graduation. Actually, she met him when she started it, in her first week. He was friends with her flatmate and had come to see him in secret. No one knew he was on campus, nor it would have gone a bit crazy. One Direction had come out with their third album, and he out of a horrible relationship. She still doesn’t know how it came to be what it was, but it was rocky at the start. He was in a phase of being heartbroken, and an asshole, and he still says, how he doesn’t recognize himself when he sees that year. He played her for a long while, a long long while that Y/N for the first three years of their relationship refused to acknowledge that period in their timeline. He, on the other hand, wanted her in the good and especially, in the bad. So, it was five years now.
But, he had played her for that year. He knew she was gullible enough to fall for him, and do anything for him. But, he also, liked her. For the longest time chased her around to finally get her. She was young as well, and he was her first proper relationship. So, he messed around with her, and messed around with other people, not calling it a relationship when it clearly was one, and she was putting herself in one with a guy who was hardly in the city, never around her to hold her hand, or show her off. It was until in the third month, when she found out about the other girls, realised it was not a relationship, and freaked out. He broke her heart, and she called him the worst human in the world. She called him a lot worse, but what broke his heart was, the fact that this girl wanted everything in a relationship that he had wanted. And now that he broke her heart, she’ll turn into him, who just thought he could live like how he was. And he hated seeing her cry. So, he chased her again, and opened up to her in every way he could, as he presented his heart to her for keeping this time.
She has kept it safe with her, believing him after almost eight months of them being together again to make sure he was here to say, and he was. He was an incredibly committed guy. That was what he also called his vice. Cause, he committed himself to something only after fully believing in it. So it was always a 100% or nothing to him. Y/N had his 100% in his heart criteria. They made it through her graduation, the band hiatus when he became a mess, and through his solo career, and her starting in her career. She can’t say it had always been strong, cause they had their fallouts, but Y/N wasn’t taught to give up, and Harry was too strong headed to ever not be able to get through a bad period and come back in her arms.
Y/N was on the flight to Australia now. She was supposed to meet him after his Australian tour ended, but she had wanted to surprise him, and Jeff made all her dreams come true. She knew he adored her. She was his way through any difficult idea with Harry. She was going to meet him in Sydney after his concert there, and she couldn’t wait.
She was managing all her appointments on the flight so she could take three days off her online business to give all her time to him before she had to divide her time between him and her work. He knew how busy her work life was, knew how she processed, and he admired how strong she was. It was one of the first things he fell for with her, her passion for things. Her passion for the littlest to the largest thing and he knew her passion for him.
They had a deal. They knew their life was hectic, but after the third year fight about not giving each other time, they had decided about how they had to make time for each other regardless of how crazy it got. This was through his hectic concerts, and crazy writing periods to her shooting and managing her business. This got them through all the long distance, and all the space they needed to know themselves to be stuck to each other when they were together. It was tough, it required a lot of effort from both of them, equally. Especially when people around them always thought how they could do better, and how could they do it with the distance, and how they are better for them than their current relationship. They got through all of it, because Y/N loved him with passion, and Harry did not have it in his functioning to love anything else apart from her.
Jeff had it all arranged, and she didn’t even have to worry about her stuff reaching wherever her boyfriends was, and she was handed a drink while she freshened up, looking the best for him. Always trying to look the best for him, like he tried to for her. Jeff came and hugged her, telling her some crazy instances they faced in the tour so far, and about his family, catching up with her. He was still performing, and Y/N didn’t want to watch the concert halfway. She had missed all his previous ones, hating how she wasn’t there with his family in London. But, she was here now.
And in a dress, she knew he would love. He loved backless dresses - said it messed up his head when he saw is his angel in a short dress in which she already looked like a sin, but when her back was completely bare for him to touch…well, it made him go insane. She wanted him to go absolutely berserk today.
He came off stage, high on energy, thanking everyone involved for making it amazing today. He was sweaty, and took off his jacket, giving it to the assistant who had a hanger ready for him, as he made his way towards his dressing room. Jeff came out of his room, stopping him in the track, and hugging him congratulating him on the crowd. “Why weren’t you watching me?” He pretended to be offended, but Jeff lied about some complication for tomorrow which needed sorting out to not give away anything. He nodded, “let me get changed and then, leave yeah?” He opened the door to his room. Locking it behind him, he didn’t notice any presence in his room, as it was usually empty, and Y/N was hiding behind the door. He proceeded to take his pants off, before Y/N repeated a dialogue which he usually said to tease her, “I have no idea, how you think you’re allowed to go out in the public looking like that?” he turned around, his eyes meeting hers, and taking her in, “and then, you don’t even show off to me so -“ she didn’t get to finish as, he smashed in his body into hers, “Harry…” she breathed out, as his arms wrapped around her body, making her fit into him, like she always has, like she knows this is her home. Her, attached to his body, his lips on her shoulder, breathing her in.
He held her for a long time before he let her go, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw, before she held his face to make him kiss her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Harry bent down, picking her up by making her wrap her legs around him, and sitting on the couch, so he could do this longer, and make her comfortable. No words were spoken. They had really pushed it this time. Four months of not being able to see each other, with just two days in between where they could meet. He usually, made time to come to her, but because of her direction in a major film this time, she couldn’t meet anyone. She held his face in her hands, as their kiss got deeper and they tasted each other properly, with Harry’s hands going all over her body with a stronghold to actually know she was there.
“I love when you surprise me,” He kissed her one more time before pulling away. “Baby,” one more time, and he could stop himself. Maybe a couple more, as he kissed her again, making her laugh. “Did you plan this?”
Y/N nodded, “Jeff helped,” She took the liberty to make her hands go through his hair, which was much longer than the last time she had held it. It brought tears to her eyes, as one fell down, making Harry frown, “I’m sorry for staying away for this long. And also, not talking for a week in between,” She kissed his cheek.
He wiped her tear away, “hey, this was an amazing opportunity. More than amazing, this was fantastic. And, this is the time where you take your risks. I don’t regret it. I love our FaceTime sessions,” He laughed, knowing he loved her in her arms more.
“Okay, I’m yours for the next two months though,” she gave him big smile, finally telling him the duration of her break.
“Two months? Wait until the end of the tour? What?” He kissed her, “really?”
“Yes, and then the shoots in L.A. for The Last Sunshine,” Harry raised his eyebrow, knowing the entire drama about selecting the location, “I know, out of every place in the world, they chose L.A., but whatever, that means -“
“That means we have more than two months together before it gets crazy busy again,” Harry finished her sentence, “Gosh, how will we ever manage? What if I can’t stand you?” he teased.
“I can buy new lingerie every month?” she said, innocently pretending to play along. Harry made an extra eager-excited face, making her laugh all over again before they heard a knock, and Harry brought her closer, covering half her back with his arm, protectively, as the door opened.
“Hey!” Jeff walked in, “Happy, my man?”
“Happiest,” he smiled.
“That smiles worth it,” He gave Y/N a high five, as he walked towards them. “Okay, here are the keys to the car. Please be safe, don’t stay out the entire night and come back to the hotel so, that you can rest up for tomorrow’s performance.”
“I was thinking, we could just go to the hotel. Start all our adventures tomorrow,” Harry winked looking at her. They liked to take off in the night and explore the city, so Harry knew what the city looked at night, and sometimes they messed up his schedule. Jeff became the dad then, setting both of them straight, while they acted like teenagers. It had happened often enough for him to start with a warning.
“That’s new,” Jeff laughed, and Harry made a face. “Okay now get off each other, and let’s make a move.” He walked towards the door, as Harry bent placing a kiss on the skin showing between Y/N’s breasts, “Guys now!” Harry groaned, as he licked that spot making Y/N shiver.
“This dress,” he kissed her shoulder, “should be illegal.”
“You should be illegal,” Y/N said, before she crashed her lips to his.
—
“Lie down on the bed fo’me,” harry mumbled in the kisses. He had stripped her completely naked, ruining her bra, and tearing her panties, saying sorry baby, it was too delicate, but Y/N knew better to know he loved doing it.
“Don’t know how long you lasted without me,” Y/N picked up her body, resting on her elbows, her legs open wide apart, as Harry shook out of his pants, and his underwear.
“It’s your voice, and your abilities to get me off through a camera baby, maybe we could invest you in porn,” Y/N hit him, before he held her arm, making her hold it above her head before he got her other arm in his hold. Holding her with his one hand, he used his other, to feel her out. Slowly, taking in what he had missed for the past four months. Touching all that he wanted to touch over their sessions only to be not able to.
“Harry,” Y/N moaned, has his fingers entered her mouth, and she sucked on it with full attention, letting it go with a pop, as his now, wet fingers went down her neck, to those fucking nipples, which were so sensitive, he had made her come just with his tongue on it once. He loved finding out new pressure points in her body so, he could play her properly in his hands.
His fingers reached her pussy, as he entered two fingers inside her, making Y/N roll her eyes so far in her head, and making her take a breath.
“Harry please,” she let out his name like a chant out of her tongue. They didn’t have it in them too much to continue the foreplay. It had been too long, and he was already leaking out, while she had been drenched since the dressing room.
“I’m going to push in, yeah?” He said, “babe?”
Y/N nodded, as Harry let go of her arms, as one grabbed the pillow, and other his arm, as he slowly pushed inside of her. Pumping slowly, teasingly so, that Y/N felt the chill rise up from her legs on to her stomach, curling her foot. “Oh god,” She moaned out, as Harry quickened his pace, balls deep inside of her, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. He bent down, kissing her lips, and her neck, as she squeezed him so tight, making him want to stay buried in her forever. Y/N came so fast, it was incredible how much she missed his body. It was so good, that she couldn’t help tears fall out. She rolled them, so Harry was on her back, continuing to bounce on him, knowing he was so close. He held her hips and thrusted so hard and fast, as he came so deep inside of her, coating her walls with his release, making Y/N feel sedated. He stilled inside of her for a while, holding himself there, as Y/N crashed on his body, nuzzling her head into his chest. She could feel his cum inside her, warm knowing it’ll put out of her onto the sheets when he pulled out.
“I love you, did I say that?” He asked.
“I love you,” She whispered to his heart, as he wrapped his arms around her.
Harry proceeded to fuck her twice more, once on the bed again, and then in the washroom before she entered the shower. He liked seeing him fuck her in the mirror, and this room had three all around them to give him all the angles to see her fall apart in his arms.
He did end up missing his morning gym session, but he ordered breakfast in bed for her. He wanted to see her eat, he wanted to see her do everything around him, for now, he wanted to sit with him between his legs in nothing, and eat her toast telling him about the time, the actor got locked in one of the rooms, and the shooting getting cancelled because everyone thought he went home.
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#54 How Do They Do It? (Harry Styles)
Hello! Thank you so much for waiting for me and liking all my little concepts!
Here is the first part of the first one!
CONCEPT:
Y/N had a life of her own before Harry and there was no reason why she wouldn’t have one when she was with him as well. But, what people loved about these two were how they were able to create space for themselves and have their own personality after 5 years of being together but, also how they worshipped each other to the core.
Harry followed her around like a puppy, kissing on her, doting on her and she did the absolute same and she loved on him in front of and when they were away not knowing they were being watched.
It felt unreal, but these two did it so well, that people hated them for it - and they were still clueless about it.
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“I think, I want to get this today, so I can process these forms tomorrow before I leave. Also, could you look into the scene list for me? See if I’m missing something?” Y/N told her co-worker.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. The project doesn’t start for like two months. Enjoy your time off!” Y/N had been working so hard for the last four months. She worked as an Assistant Director and her last film had finally wrapped up, and they were free for the next two months before the next project started. Not that she really was on an off. She also owned an online business with her best friend. She was the business brains, and her friend handled the designing and the manufacturing. They promoted native culture from three different countries and put it forward in the world. They were still small, but for a company that started about a year and a half ago, they were doing exceedingly well, and they both thanked their stars every day.
Y/N like it though, she liked owning a business and following her passion, and even though her life sometimes got a little too crazy, she managed it well. She gave her boyfriend that benefit though. He kept her sane, and she’d like to say she did the same for him. He usually based himself around her whenever he was off stage, and whenever she was off, she followed him around with her laptop.
Y/N’s aim was to start her own film, but she was still finding her perfect story, after a fallout with the writer of her last one. It was a difficult thing to overcome, but the girl was constantly all over her boyfriend, and when he had to push her off him, Y/N had had enough with that trick, and finally listened to her boyfriend’s advice on how her friend was not the right person to work with. She was fine for the moment though, she loved working as an assistant director, and learnt the most she could from working with the greats. It took all her strength to be where she was, and she was still young. Very young, only 22 and it had been just a year before that she had completed her masters in direction.
It had been longer with her boyfriend though. They met when she was still doing her under graduation. Actually, she met him when she started it, in her first week. He was friends with her flatmate and had come to see him in secret. No one knew he was on campus, nor it would have gone a bit crazy. One Direction had come out with their third album, and he out of a horrible relationship. She still doesn’t know how it came to be what it was, but it was rocky at the start. He was in a phase of being heartbroken, and an asshole, and he still says, how he doesn’t recognize himself when he sees that year. He played her for a long while, a long long while that Y/N for the first three years of their relationship refused to acknowledge that period in their timeline. He, on the other hand, wanted her in the good and especially, in the bad. So, it was five years now.
But, he had played her for that year. He knew she was gullible enough to fall for him, and do anything for him. But, he also, liked her. For the longest time chased her around to finally get her. She was young as well, and he was her first proper relationship. So, he messed around with her, and messed around with other people, not calling it a relationship when it clearly was one, and she was putting herself in one with a guy who was hardly in the city, never around her to hold her hand, or show her off. It was until in the third month, when she found out about the other girls, realised it was not a relationship, and freaked out. He broke her heart, and she called him the worst human in the world. She called him a lot worse, but what broke his heart was, the fact that this girl wanted everything in a relationship that he had wanted. And now that he broke her heart, she’ll turn into him, who just thought he could live like how he was. And he hated seeing her cry. So, he chased her again, and opened up to her in every way he could, as he presented his heart to her for keeping this time.
She has kept it safe with her, believing him after almost eight months of them being together again to make sure he was here to say, and he was. He was an incredibly committed guy. That was what he also called his vice. Cause, he committed himself to something only after fully believing in it. So it was always a 100% or nothing to him. Y/N had his 100% in his heart criteria. They made it through her graduation, the band hiatus when he became a mess, and through his solo career, and her starting in her career. She can’t say it had always been strong, cause they had their fallouts, but Y/N wasn’t taught to give up, and Harry was too strong headed to ever not be able to get through a bad period and come back in her arms.
Y/N was on the flight to Australia now. She was supposed to meet him after his Australian tour ended, but she had wanted to surprise him, and Jeff made all her dreams come true. She knew he adored her. She was his way through any difficult idea with Harry. She was going to meet him in Sydney after his concert there, and she couldn’t wait.
She was managing all her appointments on the flight so she could take three days off her online business to give all her time to him before she had to divide her time between him and her work. He knew how busy her work life was, knew how she processed, and he admired how strong she was. It was one of the first things he fell for with her, her passion for things. Her passion for the littlest to the largest thing and he knew her passion for him.
They had a deal. They knew their life was hectic, but after the third year fight about not giving each other time, they had decided about how they had to make time for each other regardless of how crazy it got. This was through his hectic concerts, and crazy writing periods to her shooting and managing her business. This got them through all the long distance, and all the space they needed to know themselves to be stuck to each other when they were together. It was tough, it required a lot of effort from both of them, equally. Especially when people around them always thought how they could do better, and how could they do it with the distance, and how they are better for them than their current relationship. They got through all of it, because Y/N loved him with passion, and Harry did not have it in his functioning to love anything else apart from her.
Jeff had it all arranged, and she didn’t even have to worry about her stuff reaching wherever her boyfriends was, and she was handed a drink while she freshened up, looking the best for him. Always trying to look the best for him, like he tried to for her. Jeff came and hugged her, telling her some crazy instances they faced in the tour so far, and about his family, catching up with her. He was still performing, and Y/N didn’t want to watch the concert halfway. She had missed all his previous ones, hating how she wasn’t there with his family in London. But, she was here now.
And in a dress, she knew he would love. He loved backless dresses - said it messed up his head when he saw is his angel in a short dress in which she already looked like a sin, but when her back was completely bare for him to touch…well, it made him go insane. She wanted him to go absolutely berserk today.
He came off stage, high on energy, thanking everyone involved for making it amazing today. He was sweaty, and took off his jacket, giving it to the assistant who had a hanger ready for him, as he made his way towards his dressing room. Jeff came out of his room, stopping him in the track, and hugging him congratulating him on the crowd. “Why weren’t you watching me?” He pretended to be offended, but Jeff lied about some complication for tomorrow which needed sorting out to not give away anything. He nodded, “let me get changed and then, leave yeah?” He opened the door to his room. Locking it behind him, he didn’t notice any presence in his room, as it was usually empty, and Y/N was hiding behind the door. He proceeded to take his pants off, before Y/N repeated a dialogue which he usually said to tease her, “I have no idea, how you think you’re allowed to go out in the public looking like that?” he turned around, his eyes meeting hers, and taking her in, “and then, you don’t even show off to me so -“ she didn’t get to finish as, he smashed in his body into hers, “Harry…” she breathed out, as his arms wrapped around her body, making her fit into him, like she always has, like she knows this is her home. Her, attached to his body, his lips on her shoulder, breathing her in.
He held her for a long time before he let her go, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw, before she held his face to make him kiss her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Harry bent down, picking her up by making her wrap her legs around him, and sitting on the couch, so he could do this longer, and make her comfortable. No words were spoken. They had really pushed it this time. Four months of not being able to see each other, with just two days in between where they could meet. He usually, made time to come to her, but because of her direction in a major film this time, she couldn’t meet anyone. She held his face in her hands, as their kiss got deeper and they tasted each other properly, with Harry’s hands going all over her body with a stronghold to actually know she was there.
“I love when you surprise me,” He kissed her one more time before pulling away. “Baby,” one more time, and he could stop himself. Maybe a couple more, as he kissed her again, making her laugh. “Did you plan this?”
Y/N nodded, “Jeff helped,” She took the liberty to make her hands go through his hair, which was much longer than the last time she had held it. It brought tears to her eyes, as one fell down, making Harry frown, “I’m sorry for staying away for this long. And also, not talking for a week in between,” She kissed his cheek.
He wiped her tear away, “hey, this was an amazing opportunity. More than amazing, this was fantastic. And, this is the time where you take your risks. I don’t regret it. I love our FaceTime sessions,” He laughed, knowing he loved her in her arms more.
“Okay, I’m yours for the next two months though,” she gave him big smile, finally telling him the duration of her break.
“Two months? Wait until the end of the tour? What?” He kissed her, “really?”
“Yes, and then the shoots in L.A. for The Last Sunshine,” Harry raised his eyebrow, knowing the entire drama about selecting the location, “I know, out of every place in the world, they chose L.A., but whatever, that means -“
“That means we have more than two months together before it gets crazy busy again,” Harry finished her sentence, “Gosh, how will we ever manage? What if I can’t stand you?” he teased.
“I can buy new lingerie every month?” she said, innocently pretending to play along. Harry made an extra eager-excited face, making her laugh all over again before they heard a knock, and Harry brought her closer, covering half her back with his arm, protectively, as the door opened.
“Hey!” Jeff walked in, “Happy, my man?”
“Happiest,” he smiled.
“That smiles worth it,” He gave Y/N a high five, as he walked towards them. “Okay, here are the keys to the car. Please be safe, don’t stay out the entire night and come back to the hotel so, that you can rest up for tomorrow’s performance.”
“I was thinking, we could just go to the hotel. Start all our adventures tomorrow,” Harry winked looking at her. They liked to take off in the night and explore the city, so Harry knew what the city looked at night, and sometimes they messed up his schedule. Jeff became the dad then, setting both of them straight, while they acted like teenagers. It had happened often enough for him to start with a warning.
“That’s new,” Jeff laughed, and Harry made a face. “Okay now get off each other, and let’s make a move.” He walked towards the door, as Harry bent placing a kiss on the skin showing between Y/N’s breasts, “Guys now!” Harry groaned, as he licked that spot making Y/N shiver.
“This dress,” he kissed her shoulder, “should be illegal.”
“You should be illegal,” Y/N said, before she crashed her lips to his.
—
“Lie down on the bed fo’me,” harry mumbled in the kisses. He had stripped her completely naked, ruining her bra, and tearing her panties, saying sorry baby, it was too delicate, but Y/N knew better to know he loved doing it.
“Don’t know how long you lasted without me,” Y/N picked up her body, resting on her elbows, her legs open wide apart, as Harry shook out of his pants, and his underwear.
“It’s your voice, and your abilities to get me off through a camera baby, maybe we could invest you in porn,” Y/N hit him, before he held her arm, making her hold it above her head before he got her other arm in his hold. Holding her with his one hand, he used his other, to feel her out. Slowly, taking in what he had missed for the past four months. Touching all that he wanted to touch over their sessions only to be not able to.
“Harry,” Y/N moaned, has his fingers entered her mouth, and she sucked on it with full attention, letting it go with a pop, as his now, wet fingers went down her neck, to those fucking nipples, which were so sensitive, he had made her come just with his tongue on it once. He loved finding out new pressure points in her body so, he could play her properly in his hands.
His fingers reached her pussy, as he entered two fingers inside her, making Y/N roll her eyes so far in her head, and making her take a breath.
“Harry please,” she let out his name like a chant out of her tongue. They didn’t have it in them too much to continue the foreplay. It had been too long, and he was already leaking out, while she had been drenched since the dressing room.
“I’m going to push in, yeah?” He said, “babe?”
Y/N nodded, as Harry let go of her arms, as one grabbed the pillow, and other his arm, as he slowly pushed inside of her. Pumping slowly, teasingly so, that Y/N felt the chill rise up from her legs on to her stomach, curling her foot. “Oh god,” She moaned out, as Harry quickened his pace, balls deep inside of her, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. He bent down, kissing her lips, and her neck, as she squeezed him so tight, making him want to stay buried in her forever. Y/N came so fast, it was incredible how much she missed his body. It was so good, that she couldn’t help tears fall out. She rolled them, so Harry was on her back, continuing to bounce on him, knowing he was so close. He held her hips and thrusted so hard and fast, as he came so deep inside of her, coating her walls with his release, making Y/N feel sedated. He stilled inside of her for a while, holding himself there, as Y/N crashed on his body, nuzzling her head into his chest. She could feel his cum inside her, warm knowing it’ll put out of her onto the sheets when he pulled out.
“I love you, did I say that?” He asked.
“I love you,” She whispered to his heart, as he wrapped his arms around her.
Harry proceeded to fuck her twice more, once on the bed again, and then in the washroom before she entered the shower. He liked seeing him fuck her in the mirror, and this room had three all around them to give him all the angles to see her fall apart in his arms.
He did end up missing his morning gym session, but he ordered breakfast in bed for her. He wanted to see her eat, he wanted to see her do everything around him, for now, he wanted to sit with him between his legs in nothing, and eat her toast telling him about the time, the actor got locked in one of the rooms, and the shooting getting cancelled because everyone thought he went home.
—
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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 to. 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.
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 to. 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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Harry had a recent fascination with kebabs. It was fairly new, and it wasn’t like he had eaten them for the first time. But, recently, they were his favourite. He was all for crossing those calories and spending half an hour extra in the gym if he got to try new ones or the same one for that matter. It was Y/N who had introduced the same one to him, and he loved that he felt closer to her when he was taking a bite of that roll. He teased her with it, texted her how amazing it is in this new country he was in, and how she would have loved it.
Y/N hated salads. She didn’t understand the need of spending 15 pounds of leaves. Just leaves, and it was extra for the meat. She was in college, and with her college budget spending that much on a mean was not acceptable. But, it was Harry’s favourite, and Harry was not here. So, she saved up money on different days so, she could eat it at least 4 times a week. At least, Harry was keeping her healthy. She hated how he teased her with pictures of kebabs, while she ate a stupid kale salad, telling Harry how it was her new diet. He knew better, and she knew him as well.
“I swear if I eat any more of these, my stomach will burst,” he laughed on the phone.
“Seriously, send some over here, please. Kale is killing me,” she groaned.
“You don’t have to eat it, you know. Eat your normal food,” He smiled.
“It’s my new diet,” she argued.
“Umm, no. You miss me,” he looked all doey with his green eyes smiling into the camera.
“Umm, cocky much?” she raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah, well pretty much,” Harry agreed.
“You can stop eating kebabs, you know. Miss me in a healthier way, maybe?”
“What? And stop making you feel jealous?” He laughed, obnoxiously more so, rubbing it in her face.
“Why couldn’t you have unhealthy choices as a favourite food. I changed my coffee to all black no sugar, and I swear, every time I want to go back to my Cappucino, I feel like I am betraying you! I hate it!” she cried.
“You’re crazy, angel!” he laughed.
“You’re crazy.”
“For you, yes. very much.”
“Ditto.” she pouted.
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#54 How Do They Do It? (Harry Styles)
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CONCEPT:
Y/N had a life of her own before Harry and there was no reason why she wouldn’t have one when she was with him as well. But, what people loved about these two were how they were able to create space for themselves and have their own personality after 5 years of being together but, also how they worshipped each other to the core.
Harry followed her around like a puppy, kissing on her, doting on her and she did the absolute same and she loved on him in front of and when they were away not knowing they were being watched.
It felt unreal, but these two did it so well, that people hated them for it - and they were still clueless about it.
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“I think, I want to get this today, so I can process these forms tomorrow before I leave. Also, could you look into the scene list for me? See if I’m missing something?” Y/N told her co-worker.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. The project doesn’t start for like two months. Enjoy your time off!” Y/N had been working so hard for the last four months. She worked as an Assistant Director and her last film had finally wrapped up, and they were free for the next two months before the next project started. Not that she really was on an off. She also owned an online business with her best friend. She was the business brains, and her friend handled the designing and the manufacturing. They promoted native culture from three different countries and put it forward in the world. They were still small, but for a company that started about a year and a half ago, they were doing exceedingly well, and they both thanked their stars every day.
Y/N like it though, she liked owning a business and following her passion, and even though her life sometimes got a little too crazy, she managed it well. She gave her boyfriend that benefit though. He kept her sane, and she’d like to say she did the same for him. He usually based himself around her whenever he was off stage, and whenever she was off, she followed him around with her laptop.
Y/N’s aim was to start her own film, but she was still finding her perfect story, after a fallout with the writer of her last one. It was a difficult thing to overcome, but the girl was constantly all over her boyfriend, and when he had to push her off him, Y/N had had enough with that trick, and finally listened to her boyfriend’s advice on how her friend was not the right person to work with. She was fine for the moment though, she loved working as an assistant director, and learnt the most she could from working with the greats. It took all her strength to be where she was, and she was still young. Very young, only 22 and it had been just a year before that she had completed her masters in direction.
It had been longer with her boyfriend though. They met when she was still doing her under graduation. Actually, she met him when she started it, in her first week. He was friends with her flatmate and had come to see him in secret. No one knew he was on campus, nor it would have gone a bit crazy. One Direction had come out with their third album, and he out of a horrible relationship. She still doesn’t know how it came to be what it was, but it was rocky at the start. He was in a phase of being heartbroken, and an asshole, and he still says, how he doesn’t recognize himself when he sees that year. He played her for a long while, a long long while that Y/N for the first three years of their relationship refused to acknowledge that period in their timeline. He, on the other hand, wanted her in the good and especially, in the bad. So, it was five years now.
But, he had played her for that year. He knew she was gullible enough to fall for him, and do anything for him. But, he also, liked her. For the longest time chased her around to finally get her. She was young as well, and he was her first proper relationship. So, he messed around with her, and messed around with other people, not calling it a relationship when it clearly was one, and she was putting herself in one with a guy who was hardly in the city, never around her to hold her hand, or show her off. It was until in the third month, when she found out about the other girls, realised it was not a relationship, and freaked out. He broke her heart, and she called him the worst human in the world. She called him a lot worse, but what broke his heart was, the fact that this girl wanted everything in a relationship that he had wanted. And now that he broke her heart, she’ll turn into him, who just thought he could live like how he was. And he hated seeing her cry. So, he chased her again, and opened up to her in every way he could, as he presented his heart to her for keeping this time.
She has kept it safe with her, believing him after almost eight months of them being together again to make sure he was here to say, and he was. He was an incredibly committed guy. That was what he also called his vice. Cause, he committed himself to something only after fully believing in it. So it was always a 100% or nothing to him. Y/N had his 100% in his heart criteria. They made it through her graduation, the band hiatus when he became a mess, and through his solo career, and her starting in her career. She can’t say it had always been strong, cause they had their fallouts, but Y/N wasn’t taught to give up, and Harry was too strong headed to ever not be able to get through a bad period and come back in her arms.
Y/N was on the flight to Australia now. She was supposed to meet him after his Australian tour ended, but she had wanted to surprise him, and Jeff made all her dreams come true. She knew he adored her. She was his way through any difficult idea with Harry. She was going to meet him in Sydney after his concert there, and she couldn’t wait.
She was managing all her appointments on the flight so she could take three days off her online business to give all her time to him before she had to divide her time between him and her work. He knew how busy her work life was, knew how she processed, and he admired how strong she was. It was one of the first things he fell for with her, her passion for things. Her passion for the littlest to the largest thing and he knew her passion for him.
They had a deal. They knew their life was hectic, but after the third year fight about not giving each other time, they had decided about how they had to make time for each other regardless of how crazy it got. This was through his hectic concerts, and crazy writing periods to her shooting and managing her business. This got them through all the long distance, and all the space they needed to know themselves to be stuck to each other when they were together. It was tough, it required a lot of effort from both of them, equally. Especially when people around them always thought how they could do better, and how could they do it with the distance, and how they are better for them than their current relationship. They got through all of it, because Y/N loved him with passion, and Harry did not have it in his functioning to love anything else apart from her.
Jeff had it all arranged, and she didn’t even have to worry about her stuff reaching wherever her boyfriends was, and she was handed a drink while she freshened up, looking the best for him. Always trying to look the best for him, like he tried to for her. Jeff came and hugged her, telling her some crazy instances they faced in the tour so far, and about his family, catching up with her. He was still performing, and Y/N didn’t want to watch the concert halfway. She had missed all his previous ones, hating how she wasn’t there with his family in London. But, she was here now.
And in a dress, she knew he would love. He loved backless dresses - said it messed up his head when he saw is his angel in a short dress in which she already looked like a sin, but when her back was completely bare for him to touch…well, it made him go insane. She wanted him to go absolutely berserk today.
He came off stage, high on energy, thanking everyone involved for making it amazing today. He was sweaty, and took off his jacket, giving it to the assistant who had a hanger ready for him, as he made his way towards his dressing room. Jeff came out of his room, stopping him in the track, and hugging him congratulating him on the crowd. “Why weren’t you watching me?” He pretended to be offended, but Jeff lied about some complication for tomorrow which needed sorting out to not give away anything. He nodded, “let me get changed and then, leave yeah?” He opened the door to his room. Locking it behind him, he didn’t notice any presence in his room, as it was usually empty, and Y/N was hiding behind the door. He proceeded to take his pants off, before Y/N repeated a dialogue which he usually said to tease her, “I have no idea, how you think you’re allowed to go out in the public looking like that?” he turned around, his eyes meeting hers, and taking her in, “and then, you don’t even show off to me so -“ she didn’t get to finish as, he smashed in his body into hers, “Harry…” she breathed out, as his arms wrapped around her body, making her fit into him, like she always has, like she knows this is her home. Her, attached to his body, his lips on her shoulder, breathing her in.
He held her for a long time before he let her go, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw, before she held his face to make him kiss her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Harry bent down, picking her up by making her wrap her legs around him, and sitting on the couch, so he could do this longer, and make her comfortable. No words were spoken. They had really pushed it this time. Four months of not being able to see each other, with just two days in between where they could meet. He usually, made time to come to her, but because of her direction in a major film this time, she couldn’t meet anyone. She held his face in her hands, as their kiss got deeper and they tasted each other properly, with Harry’s hands going all over her body with a stronghold to actually know she was there.
“I love when you surprise me,” He kissed her one more time before pulling away. “Baby,” one more time, and he could stop himself. Maybe a couple more, as he kissed her again, making her laugh. “Did you plan this?”
Y/N nodded, “Jeff helped,” She took the liberty to make her hands go through his hair, which was much longer than the last time she had held it. It brought tears to her eyes, as one fell down, making Harry frown, “I’m sorry for staying away for this long. And also, not talking for a week in between,” She kissed his cheek.
He wiped her tear away, “hey, this was an amazing opportunity. More than amazing, this was fantastic. And, this is the time where you take your risks. I don’t regret it. I love our FaceTime sessions,” He laughed, knowing he loved her in her arms more.
“Okay, I’m yours for the next two months though,” she gave him big smile, finally telling him the duration of her break.
“Two months? Wait until the end of the tour? What?” He kissed her, “really?”
“Yes, and then the shoots in L.A. for The Last Sunshine,” Harry raised his eyebrow, knowing the entire drama about selecting the location, “I know, out of every place in the world, they chose L.A., but whatever, that means -“
“That means we have more than two months together before it gets crazy busy again,” Harry finished her sentence, “Gosh, how will we ever manage? What if I can’t stand you?” he teased.
“I can buy new lingerie every month?” she said, innocently pretending to play along. Harry made an extra eager-excited face, making her laugh all over again before they heard a knock, and Harry brought her closer, covering half her back with his arm, protectively, as the door opened.
“Hey!” Jeff walked in, “Happy, my man?”
“Happiest,” he smiled.
“That smiles worth it,” He gave Y/N a high five, as he walked towards them. “Okay, here are the keys to the car. Please be safe, don’t stay out the entire night and come back to the hotel so, that you can rest up for tomorrow’s performance.”
“I was thinking, we could just go to the hotel. Start all our adventures tomorrow,” Harry winked looking at her. They liked to take off in the night and explore the city, so Harry knew what the city looked at night, and sometimes they messed up his schedule. Jeff became the dad then, setting both of them straight, while they acted like teenagers. It had happened often enough for him to start with a warning.
“That’s new,” Jeff laughed, and Harry made a face. “Okay now get off each other, and let’s make a move.” He walked towards the door, as Harry bent placing a kiss on the skin showing between Y/N’s breasts, “Guys now!” Harry groaned, as he licked that spot making Y/N shiver.
“This dress,” he kissed her shoulder, “should be illegal.”
“You should be illegal,” Y/N said, before she crashed her lips to his.
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“Lie down on the bed fo’me,” harry mumbled in the kisses. He had stripped her completely naked, ruining her bra, and tearing her panties, saying sorry baby, it was too delicate, but Y/N knew better to know he loved doing it.
“Don’t know how long you lasted without me,” Y/N picked up her body, resting on her elbows, her legs open wide apart, as Harry shook out of his pants, and his underwear.
“It’s your voice, and your abilities to get me off through a camera baby, maybe we could invest you in porn,” Y/N hit him, before he held her arm, making her hold it above her head before he got her other arm in his hold. Holding her with his one hand, he used his other, to feel her out. Slowly, taking in what he had missed for the past four months. Touching all that he wanted to touch over their sessions only to be not able to.
“Harry,” Y/N moaned, has his fingers entered her mouth, and she sucked on it with full attention, letting it go with a pop, as his now, wet fingers went down her neck, to those fucking nipples, which were so sensitive, he had made her come just with his tongue on it once. He loved finding out new pressure points in her body so, he could play her properly in his hands.
His fingers reached her pussy, as he entered two fingers inside her, making Y/N roll her eyes so far in her head, and making her take a breath.
“Harry please,” she let out his name like a chant out of her tongue. They didn’t have it in them too much to continue the foreplay. It had been too long, and he was already leaking out, while she had been drenched since the dressing room.
“I’m going to push in, yeah?” He said, “babe?”
Y/N nodded, as Harry let go of her arms, as one grabbed the pillow, and other his arm, as he slowly pushed inside of her. Pumping slowly, teasingly so, that Y/N felt the chill rise up from her legs on to her stomach, curling her foot. “Oh god,” She moaned out, as Harry quickened his pace, balls deep inside of her, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. He bent down, kissing her lips, and her neck, as she squeezed him so tight, making him want to stay buried in her forever. Y/N came so fast, it was incredible how much she missed his body. It was so good, that she couldn’t help tears fall out. She rolled them, so Harry was on her back, continuing to bounce on him, knowing he was so close. He held her hips and thrusted so hard and fast, as he came so deep inside of her, coating her walls with his release, making Y/N feel sedated. He stilled inside of her for a while, holding himself there, as Y/N crashed on his body, nuzzling her head into his chest. She could feel his cum inside her, warm knowing it’ll put out of her onto the sheets when he pulled out.
“I love you, did I say that?” He asked.
“I love you,” She whispered to his heart, as he wrapped his arms around her.
Harry proceeded to fuck her twice more, once on the bed again, and then in the washroom before she entered the shower. He liked seeing him fuck her in the mirror, and this room had three all around them to give him all the angles to see her fall apart in his arms.
He did end up missing his morning gym session, but he ordered breakfast in bed for her. He wanted to see her eat, he wanted to see her do everything around him, for now, he wanted to sit with him between his legs in nothing, and eat her toast telling him about the time, the actor got locked in one of the rooms, and the shooting getting cancelled because everyone thought he went home.
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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 to. 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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#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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#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.
—
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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Joints
“It’s organic, herbal. Have you ever heard anyone die from weed?” Harry stated rolling the joint, a professional at it now. You were new to this circle. To be honest, you didn’t know how you ended up here. One second you were telling your friend it’s a great night to be high as the sky was clear, and you loved looking at the stars whenever you smoked. The next thing you have her pulling you to the VIP area which you are sure she flirted her way into. You didn’t mind, it was a talent. But, you were shocked to see the one and only Harry Styles there.
What was he doing here? You could see him and his girlfriend, missing her name from your head sittinf with a bunch of other people who was were wearing shirts and shorts. You didn’t understand this fashion sense. It made men look like babies.
You could see his hands working smoothly as he rolled another one, handing them over. His girlfriend moced closer and placed a leg on his which you were sure was an uncomfortable position to be in, but it looked like she was marking her territory.
It didn’t take you long to be completely out. Unfortunately for you that also meant you didn’t like being surrounded by a lot of people. Luckily the VIP area opened to a huge lawn and you went an laid on the grass. You giggled, always feeling a little too happy on weed. The stars seemed much more clear and you had a conversation with them.
“Can I join in?” You heard him ask. You loved his voice. You always had. You could have landed on his lap if you didn’t have a moral compass.
‘I’m talking to the stars,“ you told him. "I’m telling them that I would totally freakout if I saw you in real life,” he laughed and laid down beside you.
“The great kings of the past live there. They are looking down at you, seeing and yada yada yada,” he tried quoting.
“You know the movie is based off hamlet? My mind was blown when I found out,”
“That’s depressing,” he frowned and you looked at him, turning your head to the side. Your lips could touch if someone moved a tiny bit. “Hi, I’m Harry,” he said looking into your eyes.
You giggled, “my favourite star is called Harry,” you looked up. “He is very talkative. Chatty.”
“I don’t like that other people…things are called Harry,” he said sounding upset.
“You and a million other people,” you turned. He frowned, pouting.
“I don’t want my favourite star to be called something else,” you stared into his eyes, trying to debate and stopping yourself from giggling. He stared back and moved forward, placing his lips on yours. It was slow, no one moved, and then he pulled back.
“You can keep the name, if I can keep you.” You licked your lips and looked back at the stars.
“Deal.”
#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.
—
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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