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The Fixing Procedure (Harry Styles)l WATTY'S 2017 l (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/lttf307GVF After her mother sends her to her Aunts Hospital, Isabelle is assigned a patient to become his friend. But, there are more colours to Harry Styles than she initially, guessed and not everyone was prepared for them. Credit to the owner of the picture* Copyright ©theStylesproject 2016: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED U…
The Fixing Procedure (Harry Styles)l WATTY'S 2017 l (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/TaLzbIaHVF After her mother sends her to her Aunts Hospital, Isabelle is assigned a patient to become his friend. But, there are more colours to Harry Styles than she initially, guessed and not everyone was prepared for them. Credit to the owner of the picture* Copyright ©theStylesproject 2016: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED U…
![Suit & Tie (Harry Styles Au) [REPOSTED] (on Wattpad) Https://my.w.tt/UiNb/xFiUm3Jp1H Harry Styles. 24](https://64.media.tumblr.com/af6b8ef9570f8e44c3264c41a384ce89/tumblr_ozbmt43x141uu5dd3o1_400.jpg)
Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED] (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/xFiUm3Jp1H Harry Styles. 24 years old. CEO. Self made millionaire. He's New York's most eligible bachelor. Every man and women within 100 miles knows his name. But no one recalled knows Harry. Norah Wilson. 22 years old. Fashion intern. Self proclaimed mess. She moved from a small town in North Carolina to pursue her dreams in the fashion world. After …
Harry having a really complicated night time ritual from skincare to the way he arranges his pillows to how many goodnight kisses he needs and getting all frustrated when you try to interfere
“No, and ask him to call me in the morning. The first thing so I can put it in the schedule,” you heard him say on the phone and could almost picture the frown on his face. “I don’t get it, he knew for weeks. Why can’t it be scheduled so I know how it is suppose to take place. Does everything need to be last minute. We should get a new guy, Jeff. I’m tired of taking creativity as an excuse of not being professional,” you heard it escalate. Harry hated when he didn’t have the next day scheduled during his work time. He had to email himself the next days schedule and not be surprised with something random that always had the possibility of making front page. You heard him cut the call. “Are you coming to bed?” He asked you, and you stopped typing.
“I was thinking of finishing the -” you started.
“Not today petal, I really need you to sleep. You were up late yesterday as well. It ruins your sleep schedule,” he said, walking up the stairs as you shut your laptop. Your mother loved him cause he kept you on track. You were thankful that you loved him too much to cut his head off.
Fifteen minutes later of clearing everything which was your night time schedule, you walked up to the room to see Harry shaving, something that was the part of his extensive night time schedule. He had put you up in one as well. So it was a solid washing your face, putting some serum and then cream while brushing for you while his, was far too extensive for you to keep track of. You didn’t mind it. One of you had to be the diva and it suited Harry much more than you. “Did you apply the cream to your soles? They’ll hurt like shit if they crack again.” He reminded you, but like usual he wasn’t lovey about it. He sounded like your mother. You weren’t living with your mother though, you were living with your boyfriend.
“On it,” you replied curlty not wanting him to know you were annoyed.
“I don’t get how you get snippy with me when I’m only caring about you,” he replied strict with his voice. Was he scolding you?
“What was that on the phone?” You asked changing the topic.
“I got four more interviews added tomorrow. One of them is from that interviewer who likes to know my opinions on all the world issues. I’m not prepared for the shit,” he groaned. Shifting to his mask which he rubbed on his face. You usually loved him for all his quirks, but you were on verge of being cranky cause he was right you had messed up your sleeping schedule.
“Cancel it,” you replied, taking your clothes off and dropping it on the floor and slipping into bed before he noticed.
“Pick those up, Y/N.”
You huffed getting out of bed and walking to the hamper in the bathroom to drop the clothes off. You could see his eyes scanning your body, a little smirk on his face. “Is that all?” You asked, blinking your eyes innocently.
“Get your ass on the bed,” he laughed, wiping his face off. You jumped on the bed, tucking yourself in the corner. Harry got on bed, and put his pillows, one infact because he was advised they would be good for his back. He pulled one out from your neck as well, “do you want to wake up with a neck ache,” he eyed you.
“When did you become my mother?” You huffed and turned your back.
“When you decided to act like a child.” He was always smart with replies. “Alright, don’t go to sleep, where is my kiss?” He asked, slipping one hand underneath your waist and pulling you.
“It’s gone when my mother entered the picture!”
“Really, I knew someone was getting cranky,” he said kissing your shoulder. He kissed further up your neck.
“Stop stop, I’m mad at you.” You giggled.
“All my kisses now, please,” he smiled. “I’ve a long day tomorrow, I need to wake up strong,” you turned around and met his lips, your hand, going up his head and pulling it closer as his body settled with yours. He leg went between yours, as he placed your head on the pillow. Giving one last peck, his hand switched off the light making it completely dark, just how he liked it, and placed his head on the pillow next to yours. When it came to wanting things a certain way, Harry was the best and he didn’t take no for an answer.
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.”
*me*:pft I don't have a type!
*me after watching this gifs*:Ok, maybe I have a type...
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Suck Him While I fuck Him
Zayn Malik giving his babe, Liam Payne a blow job while he’s fucked. You can imagine yourself who doing the fucking ;)
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